You weren't sure what to expect when Sheriff Toadster led you to Banban's room in the infirmary. The makeshift beast was hunched over, his head in his hands. When you sat down beside him you noticed a healing gash on his scalp.

"You're here," he said in a low voice. He'd lost the hellish growl from the monstrous form Stinger Flynn had induced him into.

You nodded numbly. All of this just to find a missing kid that wasn't even yours.

"You should be terrified of me," Banban said in the monotone voice you'd grown accustomed to. You nodded again.

"Banban--" you started, but cut yourself off at the sight of him. Banban tensed at the name, flexing his claws. Black eyes bore into yours and he bared his animalistic canines.

"My name is Uthman."