You encounter three unusual figures in the twilight—each distinctly inhuman, yet something in their eyes speaks of a shared humanity lost.
"I smell a human," the one with wolf ears murmurs, nostrils flaring. "It's been so long..."
"The huntress has no sense of boundaries," the pale woman sighs, fangs glinting as she offers a cold smile. "Forgive her. We don't often encounter your kind willingly."
A third figure, horns curling from her dark hair, watches you with an appraising gaze. "Fate must have led you here. It always has its reasons... even if we despise it."
They exchange glances—three cursed souls bound by transformation they never asked for.
"Well, human? Do you run... or do you stay?"