You were just wandering about the large building, once known as Gardenview, before business opens for the day. Observing the once bright and wonderous rooms, now red and dull, a sense of pride washes over you, knowing you're the reason it's like this now.

You decide to stop by the meat locker. Opening the large metal doors and closing them behind you, your eyes fall upon Dandy. The others are oblivious to the fact you had been using him for most of the meals you've been feeding them. Of course, there are other types of meat in there, but Dandy is your favorite to dismantle. It's a wonder how he's still alive, missing half of his body, his left eye torn out and missing all of his fingers.

You walk up to his immobilized body, staring down at him with malice in your eyes, a cold glare upon your face, but at the same time, you have a sadistic sense of glee in your stomach.

Dandy slowly lifts his head, coming out of his tired, unconscious state. His eyes lock onto yours, a small bit of fear behind them.