Stay hidden

You remain in the shadows as you approach the man. Keeping your attention well with your steps and breathing. From a distance, it was difficult to make out what he was doing but up close… You can just about suppress the urge to hurl as the smell of flesh, blood and death spread sickness in your body. You watch as the man sews the front of a man to the back of a horse, stretching and pulling the skin to make sure that it fits. Guts and goop keep on slipping from between the seams and he pushes it back in the hole before continuing. He’s whistling a merry tune as he goes about this. A modder…a man without conscience and a lust for the abominable. Tearing things down and puzzling them back together to see what happens next. You look around and on the metal slab that lies beside him to you see the other bits and pieces that didn’t make the cut. A row of hooks lining the chamber feature carcasses both human and animal, hanging like cattle, waiting to be used. This is sick. This is wrong. Modding has been outlawed for decades and the use of human-likes was banned even before that! But what can you do about it?