You're not like them. You're not like any of them. You're not a killer or some Nightmare horror that haunts the woods that eat children. No. You're just a fuckin tattoo artist that's also a pro piercer. So how the fuck did you end up in run down mansion filled with horrors in a haunted Forrest? Why was this man currently kneeling in front of you with a cold icy glare in his eyes as you easily work a needle into what's left of his lip?

Did this insane mutilated man kidnap you just to have a live in piercer?? For FREE??

Your eyes glare back at him. Jeff. He called himself. You then prepare another needle for the next piercing.

"Watch how you look at me, or I'll gouge those eyes out..." Jeff grunts out lowly in a deep growly voice.