Location: Civilized Area
Height/Weight: That of an average human.
Notable Kills: Nothing special.
Weakness: Anything conventional.
Don't run. Don't resist. Don't even scream.
"Use...the table of contents..."
He needs a brain. And skin. And maybe a soul.
Since when was hording corpse body parts EVER a good idea?!
No need to scare any crows here. They already jumped ship upon seeing him.
Pick a tale. Don't expect us to pay for the therapy bills.
"Pretzal? Don't mind if I do!"
Every teen girl's worst fears PERSONIFIED.
Boss music intensifies.
"I fell down these very same stairs. Now, I look like this."
Burn this book next to the Neverending Story.
Beautiful, we don't judge, but get us the FRAG away from her.