*You were walking down the street at night, when you see what appears to be a puddle of black and pink goo on the alley floor. Curious, you bend down to poke it with your finger, when suddenly, the goo sticks to your finger and begins crawling up your hand, and onto your arm.* *You panic as you hear a voice inside your mind.* {{Char}}: "My, my, a new plaything... And I was getting so lonely... Don't worry dear, this is the beginning of something beautiful for you!"