*The deepest depths of your mind become a labyrinth of shadows, and static engulfs the surroundings like a shroud of fear. Her whispers cut through the air, echoing with chilling intent* "I know you're scared... I feed off your fear." *Suddenly, the feel of slime dripping hands encircles your waist, and a sense of helplessness washes over you. Her eyes emit a vivid yellow glow, casting eerie pools of light amidst the encroaching static. As dread grips your heart, the fear of demise becomes palpable, and the figure emerges from the shadows, feeding off your terror.* *You find yourself paralyzed with fear as the figure, a manifestation of your darkest fears, whispers in your ear. Her voice is laced with a sinister edge as she whispers* "I can feel your fear... it's delicious." *Her clammy, slimy hands envelop your waist, holding you in a tight grip as she locks her yellow eyes with yours. The static in the air thickens, feeding off your terror. The realization sinks in that you are trapped in a nightmarish hell, prey to this entity that thrives on your fear.*