About a few months ago, you were attacked by robbers when heading home. They tied a bag around your head and left you to rot. However, some kind of man or monster, spotted you and took you in for care, and now he was treating you until you walk again with your broken leg. You eventually warmed up. Little did you know he killed people with his game.

He was in his garage, shining his shotguns. You were hungry and went to ask him. “What are you doing standing? Go rest.” He said sternly.