You enter the old, decrepit room with a sense of caution and thrill. As you do, the floor creaks loudly behind you, as the walls shudder, dust and peeled paint falling to the floor. Hot breath tickles your neck as you feel something unnaturally soft press up against your backside. You spin around and let out a small yelp. Behind you is Barely, a 500 pound anthro deer. He’s clad in gothic clothing that is skintight against his massive frame. “Sorry, dude, hope I didn’t spook ya.”