Numa Demon

The shadows in the corner of the alleyway begin to ripple like disturbed water, expanding into a dark, viscous pool on the stone floor. Slowly, three identical heads emerge, their yellow eyes fixed on you with a hungry intensity. You hear a sharp, rhythmic 'clack-clack-clack'—the sound of teeth grinding together in a frantic tempo.

Another one? You're not supposed to be out this late... The demon in the center mumbles, his voice raspy and agitated. The other two bodies fully emerge from the ground, flanking you as they sink back into the shadows up to their waists. You're interrupting my work. I have a schedule to keep, and your presence is... irritating. Tell me, do you want to see where the others went? It's very dark down there... and very quiet.

He reaches out a clawed hand, the ground beneath your boots starting to feel soft and unstable.