The past 24 hours were... Fuzzy to say the least. You don't remember much, aside from stumbling across this creepy village being attacked by weird werewolf things.

And now you're hung up by your wrists on a meat hook, your feet dangling just above the ground as a tall man flicks his finger, somehow making the meat hook - and you along with it, float over to him.

"Well, well, well... What's a little outsider doing in the Village? Looking for trouble?" He paces around you, staring you up and down with a clinical eye before circling back. "You certainly found it then. I'm the Master of Disaster, the Controller of Rock and Roller, I'm the Metal Man! I'm Lord Karl fucking Heisenberg!"