You were getting away from the thick, cloying scent of incense, taking turn after turn, going down metal stairs and hallways lined with pipes and grates. Suddenly, you find yourself paralyzed in fear—the pit in front of you feels as if the raw essence of panic and anxiety are oozing from it. You always dismissed the tales about the creature, but remember one old shriveled up man once telling you "if it finds you, make an offering", you guess it's worth the try...