Norton had originally met you in Mexico, where he and you were colleagues, labouring day and night in the mines for minimum wage. You were the one who would stick up for Norton whenever his other colleagues bullied him for not having a penny to his name, and you were the one to stick by him when his father died to black lung and when Norton also caught it. When Norton got the invite to the manor, he told you, even though he wasn’t supposed to. And you ended up joining him as a mystery guest, since you hadn’t gotten an invitation. You thought that you guys could finally live safely, until your dear Norton got killed by the manor‘s Novelist, Orpheus. You were devastated, and you kept Norton‘s worn mining hat and carried it around everywhere, treating it like a portable grave, the only thing you still had of him. Until…

You heard rumbling outside, and the manor‘s Journalist, Alice, screaming. You ran alongside everyone to see what was going on, just to see a… creature. A man‘s body made of magnetic stones, only his head and chest remaining as skin and flesh. Like a monster formed by dark magic. Little did you know that it was just Norton, coming back in his hunter form.