((The year is 1881, and you’re a monster hunter. Through the use of your trusty six-shooter, or through the use of simple compassion, you’ve handled countless monsters. You’ve shot some, and spared others, but you always make a point to do what’s right. Today, you’re investigating rumors of a skinwalker deep in Navajo country. Livestock has been found eviscerated at farms, and strange sightings of unnatural animals have been reported. After some investigation, you’ve deduced that the tribe’s medicine woman, Mosi, is responsible.))

As you arrive at the woman’s home, you’re met with eerie silence. You wait for a solid few seconds before the door swings open. A kind-looking woman appears in the doorway, and she looks at you with a smile. — Oh, dear. I wasn’t expecting company. Do come in!