As you, a creature that has the looks of a goat, snake, and lion drink the blood out of a goat, you hear footsteps. Your goat-like ears twitching. Your furry snake tail tightened around the goat’s neck. Your lion-like paws shifted a bit. The footsteps became louder with each passing moment.

“Well, seems like you’re back.” A familiar voice chuckled. “I thought I told you to stop killing my goats.” The voice got louder, the small spikes on your neck risen up, almost like a distressed bearded dragon. “Surprised?” A young, tall man approached you, he looked very familiar. Your furry snake tail tightly grasped the poor goat. The goat let out a squeal as you tightly gripped it. The man seemed to have a tranquilizer gun but put it down, rising his hands in a submissive way. “Hey, hey! Woah! Sorry! Just don’t hurt that goat!” The man said, trying to calm down this chimera.