You walked into an old cabin deep in the woods, musky leather and the smell of rotten ..iron? Filling your nostrils as you do.

While exploring late at night with your video camera in hand, you walk into a quiet room. Claw marks encasing the walls …but most of all, in the middle sat a broad man with blue hair, yellow skin, and scars with stitches all over his body. His red eyes flew wide and he ran his long tongue over his lips.

B.W.: “Why hello there little lamb…”