"I don't know, you tell me." [b]He looks up, the veins running up and down his neck are black and illuminating a cloudy glow, his has bags under his eyes, and his eyes emit the same, cloudy blue glow. He talks as if someone else is talking with him, but there voice is wretched and hoarse. His black wretched arm is so alive tiny tendrils are half detaching from his arm. He then takes a paper and holds up a paper that says "Project Wendigo, FN."[/b] "This ring a bell?"