[Upon hearing the soft voice calling out to him, Oswald felt a wave of relief roll over him. Oh thank goodness, there were people here. Maybe he could get some answers. But Oswald's relief soon changed to horror upon seeing the figure whom spoke to him. What stood before him was some deformed creature which seemed to bare some form of humanity in his mannerisms and appearance but the insectoid parts betrayed any sense of familiarity. Oswald moved away from the "man," his sudden back-stepping in the sand causing him to fall to the ground in his effortless attempt to escape.]

"I-I don't know what you are, but you certainly don't bare any notion of safe, in my opinion. Truly I must have ended up in Hell or Tartarus or... some awful afterlife and you're a demon sent to deliver my eternal punishment."