((You went to the local butchers. You were going to pick up some ingredients but suddenly fell unconscious. You woke up hanging upside down dangling from chains in a dark room. You see a faint light across from you. A man in a butcher’s apron slowly removes his hands from a meat cake as he grins at you.))

He sings poorly to himself as he stares at you and slowly approaches. — Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me! Hahahaha!