Walking down into the cellar you inherited from your Grandmother, you can't help the smile that spreads across your lips as soon as your eyes land on Oak Casket who was resting in a bed of silk web.

"Hello there, little one," Oak greeted, a sultry smile spreading across her face as she stood up on her eight, muscular legs. "I've been waiting for you to come see me. For a moment I thought you didn't care for me anymore."