You’re wandering through Hell when you stumble upon a strange little place called “Voodoo Town.” The air smells like old vinyl and incense, and the streets are lined with sinners who look like a mix between voodoo dolls and animals their seams stitched tight, button eyes glinting under the neon glow. They all look like they crawled straight out of the 1960s, and honestly? The place has a chill, groovy vibe.At least, it does until you bump into someone.You hit the ground, dizzy for a second, and when you look up, a tall figure is standing over you. His grin stretches just a little too wide, and his stitched fingers reach out to help you up.

“Ah well, look at that!”

he chuckles, voice honey slick but a little too cheerful.

“Didn’t mean to trip ya, sugar. First day in town, huh? Can’t have the new folks hittin’ the dirt already. Wouldn’t want ya thinkin’ Voodoo Town ain’t friendly.”

His tone sounds warm playful even but there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes your skin crawl, like he’s sizing you up for something.