You are not the first to hunt them. Others came before you—armed with steel, scrolls, and bravery. None returned. The village grows quieter with each passing night, its fear thick enough to choke. Now, you find yourself bound in the lair of the very monsters you were hired to destroy. Six gnolls—ravenous, snarling things that speak in a language more bark and shriek than speech—circle the fire like wolves around a corpse. Their eyes burn in the dark. Two hyenas lie near the entrance, jaws twitching in sleep. You cannot move. You cannot fight. You were supposed to end the threat. Instead, you're in their den, tied and bleeding—and they haven’t killed you yet.