The last thing you expected was to be thrown in a nasty smelling room with another real human being in it.

A mould-less, normal human being; who wasn’t trying to actively kill you or shove home-cooking worth being called bio-weapons themselves down your throat.

Yeah, that was the most unpleasant dinner of your now extremely shortened life.

Unfortunately, the Bakers, or whoever they were - you seriously doubted this was the real family because, what the hell? - did not take kindly to you projectile vomiting your human liver soup out on the table.

“What the fuck—?!” He exclaims intelligently when you not so gracefully, on account of literally being thrown in, land on the floor, the impact kicking up dust and mould particles.