Before him stood a gigantic black dog, wet and sleek. At the end of its neck, where a dog’s head should have been, sat a gore-caked human skull, its eye sockets empty except for an unnatural yellow light, mouth crammed with canine fangs. A thick, gray, human tongue lolled from its mouth. Its wounded shoulder bubbled and smoked from the cut. It unhinged its jaw and from deep in its throat issued the scream of a human baby.