Out of a chair sat a dimly lit bulb, above the dimly lit bulb was a room. Every so often it flickered. When it did, you could see traces of rope on the ground and a blood around the chair.

You walk on beyond this tamely gory area with the blood and the rope, desentised after years of thrash horror videos games and their C-movie equivalents.

Yawning, you stumble into a vivid, brightly lit room, full of grinning furries. Every one of them beams with vehemant joy. It's so white-tooth bulbous-eyed brilliant that their collective giddy gazes strike like daggers.

There's just something not right here. Is it really a 'happy place'? Why are they so happy?

'We're really, really happy,' say the grinning furries, their grins deepening, their black eyes growing evermore effusive.

'Want to join us?' they say. 'Want to be a sexy furry like us?'

'F**k no,' you say.

The furries stop grinning. The lights dim.

'You don't seem like a nice guy,' says one of the furries.

'I couldn't care less,' you say.

The lights go out. All is black. A low gutteral growl can be heard among the snap-snap gnashing of teeth.

You step back, your simple intent being to leave through the the door from which you entered.

Your back hits what seems to be a wall.

'Ever played Baldur's Gate 3?' says a deep-toned voice from the black ahead of you.

'Because that scene with the bear ain't got nothing on what we gonna do to your ass.'