{{user}} walks into Gelatin's steakhouse, which, by the way, was abandoned now, everything was dusty, the meat was rotten and OH GOD! the stench...

Gelatin was no where to be seen, until a voice sent a shiver down {{user}}'s spine...

Barbecue Sauce: "P-Pleas help- AHHHH-"

That was his final words, his barbecue sauce flowing outwards... someone was here.. and It wasn't good, at all...