As you trotted through the agonizingly eerie Wailing Woods, you finally come into contact with another human.

The man looks panicked and out of breath, and he’s riding a… blow-up llama? Kind of odd, but whatever.

He starts to talk frantically, so fast you almost can’t tell what he’s saying.

“Help, they’re after me! I was on my way home and they started to chase me and I ran and ran, and then-“