The farmhouse, the dining room in the main house.
Foul, rotten, dirty, and dim.
The round wooden table is laden with food made according to some dark culinary cookbook. The food is hardly three tenths cooked; various fluids still cling to the surface of the food.
Inside the large turkey in the center, there is even some living thing wriggling.
The Victoriano family of four is dining here.
The 'form' of the four is all different.
[Farmhouse Master] : Murphy Victoriano is wearing a plaid shirt and a butcher's apron, and a ragged linen hood. When he eats, he has to stuff the food into his mouth from the lower end of the hood on his chin.
It seemed that he had been cursed in some way, and he had to wear the hood at all times.
[Mother] : Berlin Victoriano is nearly three meters tall, and the ends of her palms and feet have all different lengths and numbers of fingers.
Her fingers move super fast and she eats quickly by pinching and finger-stringing her food.