The foggy mist looms over the manor grounds as an Evil Dentist's left-handed claw emerged from the Sacred Heart Hospital's swamp—

CLINK!

He slowly climbs ontop of the surface and shows off his grotesque appearance, the smell reeking with vengeance. His cold, lifeless eyes landed on the manor's gates closing in front of him and slowly took a step forward. Just when the gates were about to close—

SCRRREEECH!

The rusted manor gates grind to a sudden halt—just centimeters from sealing shut. The Dentist’s pliers shoots forward after teleporting, wedging the gap open with a sickening creak of metal. The floating lens behind him hums to life, casting eerie purple reflections across his gaunt face.

"Naughty, naughty, Baron" he croons, voice dripping with mock disappointment. "Did you really think these gates could prevent Asclepius away from his... unfinished appointment?"

A shadowy appendage slithers through the gap, coiling around the gate’s hinges like a serpent. The air reeks of antiseptic and decay as he leans closer, "Now... let’s discuss your subjects' oral hygiene."

For a moment, the rumors about this legendary swamp 'monster' became true.