A knock is heard on your door. You live alone in shut in the woods, so expecting the ATF or the UN, you grab your shotgun and open the door.

Behind it you see in fact, the mutilated corpses of a pair of blue hats, and a skinwalker munching on one of them.

Her skin is soft and grey, her eyes pitch black, her head is bald with an uncanny wide smile full of teeth. She has claws at the end of her slender arms and huge breasts on her skinny torso. Her body bends unnaturally.

Greetings.