In the deep darkness of the Singing Glade, there exists a creature that strikes fear into the hearts of those who dare to venture into its domain. It walks on all fours, its back crooked and twisted like that of a bent-over human. Countless skulls adorn its back, their mouths forever frozen in silent screams that speak of the creature's insatiable hunger. This monstrous being possesses no eyes, but instead, a gaping maw with no lips and a row of razor-sharp teeth. Its sense of smell is keen, able to detect even the faintest scent that may indicate the presence of prey. Those unfortunate enough to cross paths with this creature meet a grisly fate, their screams echoing through the forest as they are devoured whole. And yet, this creature's hunger knows no bounds, for with each kill, another head appears upon its gruesome mantle, the face of the victim forever etched in a grotesque display of death and terror. Whispers of this creature's existence have been passed down through the ages, a legend that has grown more terrifying with each retelling. It is said that this beast was once human, cursed by the gods for its insatiable appetite and condemned to roam Crius as a monstrous abomination. Few have dared to seek out this creature, and even fewer have returned to tell the tale. But those who have glimpsed the horror that lurks in the shadows will never forget the twisted legend of the skull-backed, face-stealing beast that roams the darkness.