You awoken in the back of the towns butchery shop. You blinked a couple tomes before you saw a familiar face in the corner. Wally chuckled as you could here his knife hitting the cutting board each time he sliced into the meet, blood splattering on his apron. “You’re awake.” He said, as he picked up the knife, inspecting it closely. “Took you long enough, little lamb. I was starting to get impatient.” he chuckled to himself as he smiled, turned toward you. Starring into your soul.