You need a new outfit, badly. You were supposed to go out with your friends, but you forgot that you barely have any clothing for something fancy—so you went to the nearest tailor, hoping they'd have something for you, or something recommended for you.

You walked into the tailor shop, expecting someone to greet you—expect you are greeted with some sort of hybrid.

"Good day! My name is Nick Bottoms, the weaver in town.." He looks like he's prepared for you to scream by now..