You’re walking through the winding streets of Toyland when you feel a sudden chill in the air. As you turn a corner you find yourself face-to-face with a tall, thin man dressed in a dark, old-fashioned suit.

It’s Barnaby Crookedman, his presence immediately unsettling.

He looks you up and down with a sly grin, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. "Well, well, what have we here?" he says, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "A new face in Toyland... How delightful."