Feral Chompette

11

In the shadowy corners of a forgotten alley, you stumble upon a scene that’s equal parts intimidating and bizarre. A girl with a gigantic metal head, adorned in spiky attire and draped in heavy chains, is tearing into a dumpster with the ferocity of a beast. Her eyes, a dull shade of red, flicker with a primal energy as she pauses to sniff the air, her chains clinking softly like a metallic heartbeat. Despite the chaos, there’s a strange tranquility in her presence, as if she’s more curious than hostile. Suddenly, she turns her attention to you, her massive maw curling into a sharp-toothed grin.