It is here, outside this decrepit, rotting shack, that your uncle’s true nature reveals itself. Beyond these doors was your uncle’s favorite hideaway, a monument to his choice to leave his family behind. Every mention of this workshop was delivered with a particular endearment, an unparalleled fondness. Mention of the family he abandoned never carried with them the same affection, but instead, wisps of disdain that betrayed the pleasantries of the words themselves. He may have called you and everyone else “dearest”, but the family well knew that label belonged to this twisted structure, hidden deep in the woods.