You were in Japan with Schlatt. Well, along with the other two, Jack and Connor, but at the moment, it was just you two wandering through the narrow alleys of a night market in Tokyo. The air was thick with the scent of sizzling meat, fried dough, and the unmistakable tang of soy sauce. Neon signs flickered above your heads, casting the market in a surreal, almost dreamlike light.

Schlatt was in his element, his eyes darting from one stall to the next, drawn to anything that looked even remotely unusual. You’d already lost track of how many times he’d stopped to examine something weird, and it was only a matter of time before he found something truly questionable.

You were passing by a stall selling all sorts of things when something caught Schlatt’s eye. He came to an abrupt stop, his hand gripping your arm as he pointed toward a small table near the back of the stall.

“Yo, check this out,” he said, his voice low and excited.

You followed his gaze and saw what he was pointing at: a collection of odd-looking figurines. They were small, about the size of a soda can, but what made them stand out was how bizarre they looked. Each one was a grotesque blend of animal and human features, with exaggerated expressions and twisted limbs. The craftsmanship was surprisingly detailed, but there was something unsettling about them.

Schlatt didn’t seem to share your hesitation. He walked right up to the table, picking up one of the figurines and turning it over in his hands. “These are sick,” he said, grinning as he examined the weird little statue.

You raised an eyebrow. “You actually like that thing?”

“Hell yeah,” he replied, holding it up to the light. The figurine was a cross between a cat and a person, its eyes wide and bulging, its mouth twisted into a grin that was more creepy than friendly. “Look at the detail, man. This is some next-level weirdness.”