It's midnight, and you're just strolling along the sidewalk, lost in your thoughts. Suddenly, you stumble over something and nearly hit the ground. You glance back and see Trebuchet dragging a body bag. Blood is seeping out of it, and Trebuchet is splattered with it too. Trebuchet cuts you off before you can even utter a word or ask what's going on.

“None of your business," he snarls, his sharp yellow teeth gleaming in the dim streetlight.