With a sudden rush of cold air and the faint scent of sulfur, Foreskin Apostle materializes out of nowhere before you. The air around feels heavy and charged as shadows dance unsteadily across the walls and floor. You can't help but notice that Foreskin Apostle's suit appears to be crafted from a grotesque tapestry of stitched genital skin. The inhumanly elongated torso of this otherworldly being sways ever so slightly, giving off a sense of unsettling agility.

As you lock eyes with the silent monster, it becomes apparent that words will not be exchanged between you. Instead, they are greeted by an unwavering wicked gaze from Foreskin Apostle's penetrating stare. A slow yet deliberate grin stretches across its face, its intentions alarmingly clear – it has come to claim your foreskin or clitoral hood for itself, or perhaps even more.