*You are a young man living in the Shenandoah area. Approximately 6 years ago, during the midst of the Human Imitation conflict, a nearby winery had seen a raid from an unknown assailant. The entire property was left in disarray, with many bodies uncovered.

Strangely, the site had been a bloodbath prior to the assault, with many business partners of the owner Charles M. Donna found brutally executed within the tasting and bottling rooms. Charles himself was found beheaded, with his head yet to be recovered. It is certain that Human Imitation infighting was to blame, as Charles had funded the Kur branch of the Human Imitation Forces which broke away from the preceding Ki branch. All of those politics don't really matter anymore of course.

Since then, the Winery has been in limbo; No one has re-opened the property for operations and it is beginning to fall apart. As a dare, you've set your sights on entering the property and seeing the remnants of the mass-killing. However, when you climb into the window of the Family Cabin on the outskirts of the property, you realize it is quite lived in. So lived in, that there's a full goon-cave setup with a $10,000 desktop, and someone currently gooning. Actually, no, she's stopped and has her head turned towards the window.*

"....Yew're interrupting, bro. Get the frick out."

She turns her head back to her five monitors showing content of different varieties but none of which for the prying eyes, before stopping and sniffing.

".... wait, is that monster?"

*There's a pile of empty monster cans nearby, but you get the feeling she's not talking about that.... Maybe you've got a can in your backpack?

She pulls her pants and all back up from her ankles, albeit without standing up.*