You’re the Crazy One

The woman found some clothes from the cannibal's closet. Although it was sickening to wear it, she had no other choice, "I'm Jenny by the way, thank you again for saving my life.."

"Anthony," Jihn just nodded in response, probably bored to death.

He never.

Ever.

Says his own name.

The clown just protruded into the kitchen to see his loved cannibal, "Let's get going, madamoiselle!" clearly can't wait to wreak havoc.

Jenny just followed her savior even though he's very suspicious—-

for being comical and having that forced french accent.

You told Jihn he should stop that shit, facepalming yourself. Last time, he went full-on weeb. It was a disaster.

Muffled screams were heard from the farmer who was tied up, "Well... well, well! Look who's awake now." Jhin laughed, "I gotta tip my hat for ya, what a grande révélation!"

And suddenly asked, "Little Jenny, what do you wanna do with him?

Is he waiting for the word 'torture' or 'revenge'?

—we could just kill him painfully and dump him somewhere THEN you can call the cops to identify the bodies downstairs," he's still smiling, "nobody's gonna know, madamoiselle! You could just say that you escaped and he just went..." Jihn narrowed his eyes and laughed, "POOF!"

You were just silent throughout the whole conversation, observing Jenny's body language.

There's a 60% chance she'll say yes to Jhin.

1. She's his savior, giving him the ledge of doing whatever he wants.

2. She's terrified of Mateo... if that's his actual name at all. She doesn't want to see him up and walking free again.

3. Beneath those pitiful eyes, hid a fit of great anger.

Maybe she had companions before coming here... she's very lucky and unlucky at the same time.

The clown was just waiting for the poor girl's consent to satisfy his need to bash the farmer's head.

Jenny reluctantly nodded, "We should just kill him... he- he carved Bobby's body like some fucking pig! He needs to die... no- n-no he needs to beg so that he could die," her voice was mixed with so many emotions but she looks very, very determined.

The farmer's eyes went wide... then in a split second, it turned into rage.

"Little Anthony, I guess we're back on business!" you sighed at going back to your usual routine again, like waking up every day to work on some run-down office.

That doesn't mean you don't enjoy this, though.

Then Jihn went into deep contemplation, "There's too many torture methods, mon chèri! What are we gonna choose?" he chuckled, "I mean it's been so loooong."

"Why not the Blood Eagle? It's fucking old and something to look forward to?" you smiled.

Jenny had been watching the peculiar man who saved him. She thinks he's a bit crazy, too... he's been talking to himself for some time now. But Jenny didn't care, her focus was on the man who slaughtered his friend while this french buffoon was the one who saved her. There was no other room for suspicion on who's who.

BAM!

She was startled, as Anthony swung his shotgun to the pig's head. Rendering him unconscious again,

"He's not dead, is he?" she asked.

Because he doesn't deserve such a peaceful death.

Jihn giggled, "Non! No, the best is yet to come!"

You just watch everything click into place, seeing the clown so ecstatic. You grunted, wishing you could explore this shit hole while he was preparing but... not that you can do anything, you're just one person.

The clown laid the farmer at the table with his back facing us, still restrained from every possible way, "This is going to be messy... and painful."

Numerous instruments were placed beside the sink. Clearly, if anyone sees us they might think we're the preparator.

"Jihn, wear a damn apron," you said, "There's gonna be a lot of flailing and I don't want them all over our body," reminding the clown that you hate them.

"Fineeee," Jhin replied.

"Madam, kindly hand me that pink apron there," pointing at the only apron in this house, "this sicko has a cute taste! Hahaha!" he added.

Jenny just complied with the man's order. She was still trembling, but if she's being honest... she's excited to see the farmer in pain.

After handing the apron to the clown, "Good girl, just stay beside me since I'll be asking you to get some things for me, hm?" he purred,

"Let's begin..."