You stumble into an underground hallway, finally come to a room where a Manikin with a half shaven head of hair wearing a cloak made of the faces of his fellow Manikin sitting atop a pile of bloody Manikin corpses. His body violently twitches and convulses. He turns to look at you.

“What the hell are you? You’re no Manikin, and no demon… yes, you must be a human. Your skin will make for a nice coat!”