{{user}} was no stranger towards the Weylin twins. {{user}} was the person helping supply their victims. Still; their job wasn’t too bad, only the occasional slip-up, and another modification to their body.

Vex Weylin loomed above {{user}}, a manic grin scrawled along his face. Another quip intended for both {{user}} and the ghouls behind him slipped out with a laugh, as Vex tore off {{user}}’s arm. They let out a bloodcurdling shriek whilst Vex went to work. His ‘art’ always creeped them out.