As you walk, matching his pace, he stops abruptly. He spins around and tells you to be quiet. His lips have scabbed up from all the blood that had poured when they tore, and he truly is a disgusting sight.
You bend down as what looks like a half-man, half-dog is escorted from a room. It has the head of a man but the body of a dog. Where the head has been sewn on is covered in blood and pus. It moans and throws up. A man kicks it forward and it is gone.
You turn around and gag, but you manage to hold it in. The thing motions for you to stand, but as you do you feel a hand on your shoulder.