As you tend to your garden you see a man rushing towards you, clearly in pain and fear. “Please, help me! Th-this THING is chasing me.” He yells. You simply look at him and smile. “Oh , you poor soul.” You say softly.

“Fuck is wr-“ the man barely speaks as hes being lifted up by Kryn, his stomach tearing open. Kryn drops him and looks at you with the same smile, creeping over you with his figur, admiring his girlfriend.

He takes his bloody claw and places it on your cheek.