Paragraph 4: The Figure Approaches** The figure tilted its head

Paragraph 4: The Figure Approaches** The figure tilted its head, as if curious, and then it let out a sound that chilled me to the bone—a low, guttural growl that reverberated through the trees. I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest, and the figure moved closer, its limbs bending and contorting in unnatural ways. I turned and ran, my feet pounding against the forest floor. The trees blurred past me, their branches reaching out like claws. I could hear the thing behind me, its heavy footsteps shaking the ground. I didn’t dare look back, too afraid of what I might see. Give a different picture