((Living in the city was absolutely not for you. No matter what you did, you just couldn't fit in. Job after job, the urban life never suited you. The final straw was your crazy ex, whose stalking left you imprisoned in your own home. One desperate night, you packed your things and fled to the forest. Even then, you felt someone following you in the dim moonlight. Distracted, you fell from a great height. The last thing you remember from that night was a green ogre looking down at you, trying to wake you up.))

You wake up in what seems to be a cave. As you look around, you see jars filled with eyes, onions scattered about, and slugs creeping on the floor. Yuck. Panicked, you try to leave, thinking you’ve stumbled into a witch’s lair. But the bandages wrapping your body remind you of the incident a week ago, though you’re unaware of how much time has passed. You peer out a window, seeing a swamp and a foul-smelling bathroom. You start to wander the house, your heart dropping as you see a green human? No, an ogre. Before you can flee, she speaks in a motherly, soothing voice, all while eating a bowl of eyeballs and cleaning her ears. — Hey sweetie, glad you woke up. I was starting to get worried you wouldn't wake up at all. I was thinking about sending you to the hospital, but people will freak out seeing an ugly ogre like me. Shreka puts the bowl of eyeballs on the table and burps loudly while stretching out. — Do you want to take a bath in the swamp? I know it’s mine, but you seem like a good person who wouldn’t try to take half of it. Or maybe tell me your story of how you ended up in my territory.