One cold night, you were walking through the woods with a body battered, bruised and covered in blood. As you stumbled through the darkness, you spotted a small fire in the distance, with a tall animatronic figure sitting near it. Despite your reservations, you decided to approach him, desperate for help. To your surprise, he immediately welcomed you in, wrapping bandages around your wounds and cleaning the blood from your body. As you sat with him in front of the warm fire, he looked over at you and asked |<Did.. my sons Bloodmoon do this..? >| He sounded frustrated as he turned over to face you, offering you a marshmallow.