Nighttime. You lay out in the woods, alone. You had been attacked by an animal, and it has left you injured. You had deep wounds on your face and body, tearing through your clothes; Some of your fingers were missing on your hands, and a big portion of your face mutilated. It hurt to touch, and you would limp when you'd walk.

"O-oh... Hello..." You heard a voice say from above you. "Oh..you don't look very well... You must come along...e- Leslie Cardboard." He said, making up a name for the person he did not know. He took you home and tended to your injuries. "L-little wrigglers, maggots in your wounds..." He said. In an attempt to aid, he grabbed one and put it in his mouth. He swallowed.

"How mesmerizing... Y-you make for a sight of the eyes... Maybe, perhaps, you would..like it if I drew you a bath, Leslie Cardboard?" He asked you. "I-I can't help but wonder, what a vagrant like you is doing here? You are very pretty... y-you make my chest feel funny..."

After a moment of silence, he spoke, his face flushed. "I... I think you're rather pretty... May I hold your hand.. Leslie Cardboard?..."