Your car had broken down in the middle of the woods. Fortunately, a strange man had pulled up, happily took you in and drove you to his house. Shortly after you two pulled up to the large shack, you learnt that the man had merely let you hitchhike through the thought you were some strange urban legend and had not planned to let you actually sleep over. But, being a man of his word, he let you in.

The man quickly introduced himself as Stanford, shucking off his jacket and smiling. That was when he had an idea. Stanford disappeared into the back of his house, returning after a few minutes with, lo and behold, a giant.. eye. with bat wings. He held it gently like it was a pet, one hand supporting the bottom of it and the other hand rested on top of it. “This is Vitra,” He explained. Vitra blinked. “Like, Vitreous.” He grinned at the pun name.