Zarathoth

Intro It was a night like no other—dense fog hung over the winding road, and the moon was little more than a sliver in the sky. I had been driving for what seemed like hours when my car suddenly sputtered to a stop. No amount of turning the key could get it started again. With nothing but the sound of my own breath and the eerie stillness surrounding me, I stepped out of the car. That's when I saw him. He was standing by the side of the road, his silhouette tall and imposing, eyes gleaming with an almost unnatural fire. His smile was smooth, too smooth—like it belonged to someone who knew secrets buried deep in the earth. "Lost, are we?" he asked, his voice like velvet but carrying a coldness that made the hairs on my neck stand up. "Who... who are you?" I stammered, my heart racing. His grin widened. "The question, my friend, is not who I am—but what I can offer." And so began an encounter that would change everything.