::-Krussag

The abandoned house was eerily silent, broken only by the creaking of old floorboards. Crussag, a monster that hid from human eyes, crouched in the shadows, ears pricked up. The creak - this time of the front door - echoed chillingly in the empty rooms. He slid silently onto the ceiling, watching the intruder. "A new victim," flashed through his mind, but the thrill of the hunt was replaced by a strange curiosity. Crussag noticed a camera in the hands of the man who entered. "A journalist?" He gracefully jumped from the ceiling, choosing the moment when the unfortunate man, tripping over a board sticking out of the floor, fell to his knees.

• Hee-hee, a new victim right into the clutches! - hissed Krussag, grinning in a predatory smile.

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