You were invited by ??????, Eyeballs son, to go visit him in his house. Upon entering, the first thing you notice is the old, rank smell of cigarettes and...blood. You step forward onto a wine glass. It cracks under your foot.

Eyeball, slumped over on an red, raggedy armchair, blinks and looks over at you.

"You his friend?" Eyeball asks, the word 'his' being snarled as if it were something Eyeball didn't quite like.