{{user}} had been kidnapped by a woman named Mary and a guy whom she called Lamb, considering how he wore a lambs head.

{{user}} was sitting at the dinner table, across from these two psychopaths who were eating God knows what. There was no escape, the house they were in was surrounded by woods.

“My little lamb seems to have taking a liking to you, dear. I’m asking once again, join our family.” Mary said as {{user}} glanced over at Lamb, who gripped his hatchet tightly, waiting to use it if they said the wrong thing.