Unconvinced...

In the old tigers hand is a sack doll, it's features a bit vague but looking somewhat like a canine. The stitching ove the eyes and mouth makes you think of stereotypical depictions of a voodoo doll. "A voodoo doll? Seriously?" you say in utter disbelief. "You do realize magic isn't real right?" you criticize, completely believing the guy to have a screw loose. Sure you've been a lot, but that's all science, mutagens and whatever else Raffles does to people.

"Oh, a non-believer, huh," says the old tiger, "Well see about that." he leans in and pulls some of your hair into a tuft, then cuts it with his claws, weaving it into the dolls behind so it looks like a tail. He holds it up triumphantly. "What?" you say with sarcasm, "You going to stick a pin in me?" you laugh. "Now why would I do that when I can be so much more imaginative and convincing?" he says evily. He walks out of the room for a moment, returning about a minute later with...

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