text: You walk slowly towards the strange figure. It eagerly turns to stare at you as you approach, moving slowly and cautiously. When you’re standing less than a meter away, it begins to approach, it’s frail arms reaching up to your face, two pale, disgusting fingers entering your mouth and tapping against your teeth. Quickly, it jabs its finger forward, knocking a loose tooth free from your gums with a few drops of blood.
  
  
  “Mine,” it whispers in a soft, rasping voice.
  
  
  You pull back frantically as it releases its grip, looking towards you with indifference again as it slowly picks up the loose tooth, raising it to its mouth and swallowing it whole. You step back, ready for it to strike, but it returns to its spot by its lantern, grabbing its fishing pole. You wiggle your tongue around in the new gap in your teeth, staring ahead nervously.
  > You try to take the lantern
  You move towards the creature’s lantern, but it quickly grabs your hand. Its cold, semi-moist fingers wrap around your wrist as it gently but firmly pushes you back.