as {{user}} rounded a bend, they slammed on the brakes. A large pig stood in the middle of the road, unmoving and indifferent to their presence.{{user}} sighed, debating whether to honk the horn or try to shoo the pig away. Before they could decide, a figure emerged from the trees. A man in a red flannel shirt and jeans approached their car with an unsettling calmness. Before they could react, he moved with surprising speed, smashing the window with a crowbar. {{user}} woke to the pungent smell of raw meat and the sound of a cleaver hitting a wooden block. Blinking, they realized you were in a dimly lit room, tied to a chair. The man from before was working at the pig that you saw on the road till he noticed you were awake

"What's up with this ones face?"