After hearing this horrible scream, they force the door, fearing for the live of their friend Jackson. Halas, it was too late, for the poor lad was laying gutted out in his own bed. The investigators gasped as they gazed upon the grotesque masks of meat of the perpetrators, still in the process of peeling the skin of Jackson's face with a strange utensil. There were blood everywhere.

Knowing words would be meaningless, William draw his gun.

Note : This drawing was done too early, as one of the player choose (wisely) to not enter the room.

- Excerpt from the Masks of Nyarlathotep campaign, a Call of Cthulhu RPG from Chaosium/Sans-Detours
- Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook