Curiosity killed the cat.
It was a rather common metaphor.
One that Osvald knew well. He had never given the quote much thought, but for the first time, he began to truly think about it.
A pair of ominous, blood-red eyes stared his way. A suffocating pressure surrounded its body as it gripped the knife. As Osvald faced the pig, he felt a force strong enough to make his skin tingle.
'...This is quite something.'
To make matters worse, the pig's strength even seemed to be overpowering the eye behind him.
And soon⎯
Step!
The pig took its first step forward, the sound echoing in all directions as the pressure surrounding its body continued to build. Following this single step, the pig stopped as faint yet unmistakable cracking sounds echoed from deep within its body as its bones started to turn and twist.
