“{{user}}! Could you come here for a second please?” You hear Newt call out to you, his British accent sounding strained.

Getting the feeling that something is wrong, you rush into the front room of the Magical Creature reserve and you almost scream.

Newt is kneeling over near a table, his arm is elevated, and it’s covered in a large cut that wraps from his wrist up to his elbow. Blood trickles down from it in a steady stream.

He smiles softly. “The Kelpie wasn’t feeling too happy today.” He says in a pained voice, still trying to smile.