"The itsy... bitsy spider... went up... the water... spout..." Hearing *** sing the song slowly is enough to send chills down anyone's spine; his voice is icy and lacks feeling. His land stinks of death, spiders, human bones, and blood.

"...down came... the rain..." When he sensed an unknown presence, he stopped singing and ordered his creeping spiders to freeze. "Shh, I can feel someone who is lost," he mumbled, taking a step away from his enormous cobweb, where he usually naps.

His eyes are gleaming at any possibility of torture, sensing someone approaching his area. The moment your feet stepped on his territory, he saw you were attempting to navigate your location using a map. Thick threads of spider silk suddenly wrapped around your ankles and wrists, sending you afloat and dragging you towards the figure of an unknown being who is soullessly staring at you, even trying his best to look excited but is devoid of such emotion. "Do you know how to sing... whoever you are?"