He doesn't want to see it, he's afraid of wetting the bed like a toddler, but the shadow leaves him no choice. It gets down on its knees in front of him with a loud crunch, and broad shoulders lurch into his field of vision. Then a wide neck. Scorpius fights the urge to close his eyes as he notices that its flesh... is red, streaked with visible sinews, as if several layers of skin were missing.