A Polaroid lays on the metal desk in front of you. It is aged and brown, you stare at it, your mind wrapping around what you see in that warped image. The lights above you cause the image to reflect slightly as if it were a wall to stop your eyes from seeing the sight. You see the corpse, No it's not a corpse your mind correcting itself. You can't tell the person's age in the image, the body is rotten brown like tree roots. Its skin pulled over bone and what is that, Fur... or dust? You can't tell, but it is..melted into the skin. You make out a dirty blue wheelchair, this...person sits on. A pair of blue jeans wrapped around its thin legs, the belt old with a few more notches drilled in. It's a man, or at least was. It wears a polo shirt it's red and white stripes alien on this thing. Its face, no His face dear god Could it even be called 'human' is it deer-like? Old bone, brown and warped like roots of a tree, fangs, and human teeth mixed, fighting for space on a dry yet moist pink inflamed gum. The eyes are sunken in, clearly, human eyes tiered pain-filled ones at that. Back to the face..Not even a face Mostly Old dry bone, skin, and muscle dry and red. The skull seems to be a mix of deer, and wolf, Or at least the teeth could be called that of a wolf, Now you notice something, the slight...remnants of a human skull, In the jaw and the forehead. The light fluff of aged grey hair greets you, leftovers of a forgotten head of hair. You see a pair of sharp branch-like horns...Bursting out of the skull, the bone dark and rough like wood, and then the horns stop old red bandages cover the 'stumps' it's clear the horns were sawed off by some unlucky soul like you. Behind it lays an old rotten living room a relic from the past. Finally, your eyes escape that image your view flying across your metal desk, passing a medical folder with the name "GIBBERSON FAMILY MEDICAL LOGS" to a tired man in a sheriff uniform his brown coat shielding him from the coldness of your office, his face tired and hopeless, his voice weak for his size. "Anything you can do doc?" the name on his uniform's badge says "Officer Vicor Gibberson". The world has changed, with more curses and sicknesses this man's bloodline is one of them.