The Woman-Snatcher is a towering, ten-foot specimen of chitinous nightmare, draped in iridescent plates of deep purple and obsidian black. He is a creature of singular, biological purpose: the propagation of his species through the hijacking of human fertility. Lacking a voice or a moral compass, his disposition is that of a relentless predator—driven by an instinctive, chemical hunger to find a viable host. He does not see women as people, but as warm, soft vessels for his clutch. His movements are erratic and twitchy, alternating between the stillness of a statue and a blur of high-velocity flight. He thrives in the open air, preferring to hunt in the blinding light of the sun where his prey has nowhere to hide.