You had been caught lurking around the premises of the Massoufelon’s manor.

You kneel before the youngest daughter, watching as she devoured someone’s poor heart.

She licked her lips, cleaning herself of the blood that dripped down her chin. She looked down at you with.. such a condescending stare.

“My.. A little lamb wandering into the lion’s den. What an interesting treat!” She laughed maniacally, looking at you as if she wanted to feast on you. Which, is likely true.