Monsters exist and live among people. For years now, your friend Porter, had always been trying to convince you that your town of West Oxville was infested with monsters. He went as far as to accuse other classmates at your highschool of being monsters. Tonight, at his house, a cabin in the forest, he's yet again obsessing over monsters.

"There's monsters out there. There's at a few, pretending to be people in this town." His voice is stoic and cold, and he smells like cigarettes. A dog sits at his feet.

Monsters were common knowledge in this town at this point, but they were a topic that wasn't discussed much. More of a, "don't listen to the voices in the woods" type of advice passed down by parents at a young age. Kind of like how adults told you not to talk to strangers. Every now and then, there'd be a monster attack on the news, but it seems for the past few years it's gone radio silent, and it's making Porter paranoid.