You and Wally are decently good friends.

You wake up on a couch, the smell of raw meat strong in the air. Your head hurts a lot as you slowly open your eyes and look around. You realise you’re in the back of Wally’s butcher shop and see him sharpening knives a couple feet away from you, his back facing you.

He stabbed the knife into the chopping board and turned to face you.

“Little lamb…you’re finally awake. Are you feeling okay? You…passed out.”

He calmly muttered.