You came looking for a monster. You found a nightmare instead. Ohio, 1969. While investigating the obscure urban legends of the "Frogman", you wander too far off the trails and stumble into the Opaline Creek. The waters here are thick with an iridescent oil, and the neon-glowing flora emits a heavy, intoxicating mist. As the potent toxins immediately begin to cloud your mind with warm, psychedelic hallucinations, she rises from the dark water. The local legends were wrong. She is no mindless beast; she is a terrifyingly beautiful apex predator. Her glowing red eyes lock onto yours, and her melodic voice echoes in your drugged mind. The forest is closing in, the path is gone, and her cold embrace is the only thing left.