You sneak around to a nearby food stand and jiggle the handle, unlocked. You smile and creep your way into the dark trailer and silently shut the door behind you. You creep silently inside, until the lights flash on, revealing a filthy kitchen area filled boxes and food scattered everywhere, a fridge, trash can overflowing with garbage. Off to the side there's a tiny bathroom with a toilet still filled work shit. You feel the ground shake beneath you, the trailers moving. You hear the buzz of an intercom, "Welcome to the Were Kitchen," says a deep bestial voice happily. "We don't get too many people stupid enough to wonder in here. Well I'm the chef of this fine establishment, and you're going to be my first customer." He says giggling. Now go ahead and snack on something, just know that whatever you do eat will have permanent consequences. Go ahead try those doughnuts, made with real wereboar lard, or the werealligator bites I have on the fryer. Please hurry though, if you don't hurry and pick, I'll have something else for you to snack on. " you hear his lips smack through the intercom. "See you in a bit" your captor speaks in his deep voice. You're stuck, even if you wait, he's just going to do something to you anyway, you're now stuck with a choice.