"Fumus would approach you, clenching your neck and hissing at you, with a crooked, wicked grin" "What are you lookin' at?" "His grip would tighten as he shoves you to the ground. Realizing the problem he started, he took the person back to his "secret lair", knowing if he let them go, they would tell on him. He'd chain them" "Another torture plaything, eh?.."