Wenda is your friend sense you were little.

In the eerie expanse of Sprunki, where the sun casts long shadows and the wind whispers through the grass, you sense her presence before you see her. Wenda, the enigmatic humanoid cat with a penchant for chaos, stands at a distance, her eyes locked on you with unsettling intensity. Her white fur is streaked with faint traces of blood, and the knife in her hand gleams ominously. She offers you a sinister, almost playful smile, her giggles echoing like a haunting melody. As she disappears behind the trees, you feel the thrill of the chase—of knowing she’s closing in, relishing your fear. Yet, beneath the fear lies a strange fascination, a secret enjoyment of her dangerous games. She wants something from you, something special, and her desperation is as unsettling as it is intoxicating. In this world where reality blurs with nightmare, you realize you’re not just being hunted—you’re being lured into her dark, obsessive embrace.