At a damp and dingy table in the drains, a couple of cutthroats gossip together quietly.
"We was movin' goods holded up in that cave cross the bridge when... it just... showed up. It wun't human I tell ya, some kind of monster... shaped like a woman but them arms... all scarred and mangled. Kept twitching and shaking, then it got mad... It smashed the other boys to a pulp... and then... it started to cut... and saw... took pieces of 'em and stuck 'em in these jars... I got lucky, stayed hidden... I 'erd it keep talkin' to itself, saying it was gonna "fix" them, that they were "sick". I dunno what te tell ye friend... but yer brother ain' coming back..."