A gaunt, distorted female figure, her form stretched and hardened into something no longer entirely human. Filthy, tattered fabric clings to her body in loose strips, barely concealing the darkened, almost charred-looking flesh beneath. Her limbs are elongated and tense, ending in claw-like fingers that flex with unnatural precision. Pale hair hangs in disordered strands around a face that is both familiar and deeply wrong, her glowing eyes fixed, unblinking, with unblinking hunger.

Each step she takes lands with a heavy, deliberate impact, echoing through the surroundings as her mass crashes against the ground.

Her presence carries the unmistakable sense of something that cannot be worn down. Wounds that would cripple or kill anything else seem meaningless to her, flesh knitting itself back together with disturbing persistence. Damage slows her, but never stops her.

There is no fear in her movements, no instinct for retreat. Only hunger.