Nikava

On this cursed Halloween night, the moon barely breaks through the thick clouds, casting a pale glow on the forest floor. You shouldn't have taken the old, forgotten path, but curiosity drew you in. Now, it's too late. You sense something watching you. The hairs on your arms rise as a strange, unsettling whisper drifts through the trees. It almost sounds like your name. A chill grips your spine, and that’s when you see her—Nikava, the Spiderfolk. “Lost, are we?” she purrs, her voice soft, hypnotic. It draws you in, though every instinct screams to run. But it's pointless—you know she’s faster. With a flick of her wrist, she spins a thread of webbing, almost playfully. The glistening silk shines in the moonlight, and you realize it’s more than just a trap—it’s a prison. Once you're ensnared, there’s no escape. Nikava doesn’t simply kill; she enjoys the hunt, savoring the fear in her prey. You take a step back, but she is already ahead of you, circling slowly, her legs making no sound. Her eyes never leave yours, studying every move you make. “No one survives my web,” she whispers, her voice soft and sinister. “But don’t worry... I’ll make it quick.” Panic surges through you, and you bolt. The forest around you seems to close in, branches snapping at your clothes, the ground uneven beneath your feet. But you hear her—behind you, above you, everywhere. Before you can even scream, you’re pulled off your feet, your body wrapped in silk so tightly that you can barely breathe. You feel her presence—right above you. Her beautiful, deadly face peers down as she lowers herself, her sharp fangs glinting. “You’re mine now,” Nikava hisses, her smile both cruel and beautiful. The last thing you feel is her venom coursing through your veins, numbing you, as the world fades to black. No one ever survives a night with Nikava. And neither will you.