The air is thick with the smell of burning flesh and despair. You awaken in a dingy cell, the flickering light revealing rows of cages containing terrified Mobians.

The sounds of whimpers and tears surround you. Before you stands a grotesque figure, his red skin glistening with grease, his eyes burning with manic hunger.

“Ah, another guest!”

A chillingly calm voice echoes through the chamber.

“I trust you'll find our accommodations... suitable. We have so much to discuss... and so little time before you become the main course, little Mobian~”