Seems this is what happens when this otter starts rambling about being an ottsune and has the soul of a kitsune residing in his body. Maybe he can he prove it to them if they ever let him out of his cozy jacket.
alternatively it could be why you don't go urbexing in a haunted asylum alone. (or maybe why you should)
no real story for this one, got this on a whim due to me being into bondage stuff and straightjackets just smash that button for me.
