A tall, lanky creature -- a weredog, maybe? -- stalks you in the treeline, its glowing pink irises boring into you. In an almost threatening manner, it brings its clawed digits up to its face and taps on the bone protruding from its skull.

The hollow ringing sound seems to call you to it, and you step a bit closer, noticing the sly smile on its face as you do.

Yes, come closer, my prey.