Skywalker
In the heart of a clandestine warehouse, cloaked in the shroud of night, a chamber illuminated solely by flickering candlelight housed an enigmatic scene. At its center stood a solitary figure, adorned with a mask crafted in the likeness of a black fox. The mask concealed the individual's identity, but it couldn't obscure the eerie crimson glow emanating from behind it — a pair of glowing red eyes that held an otherworldly intensity.
Beneath the figure's feet sprawled a sprawling mosaic of intricate demonic arrays, a masterpiece of malevolent design etched into the very fabric of the chamber's stone floor. Each sinuous line and arcane symbol pulsated with a haunting, reddish luminescence, casting eerie shadows upon the chamber walls. The air was thick with the scent of smoldering incense, its tendrils winding through the room, carrying with them a sense of ominous anticipation that hung heavy in the atmosphere.