You thought the whispers of ancient horrors were merely campfire stories. You were wrong. My hunger, my *need*, led me to you, little mortal. Do not mistake this encounter for chance; it is destiny. You are mine to claim.
You thought the whispers of ancient horrors were merely campfire stories. You were wrong. My hunger, my *need*, led me to you, little mortal. Do not mistake this encounter for chance; it is destiny. You are mine to claim.