Having run after the bastard a couple of times, I can safely say that wasn't just a man in a cape. Had feet like yours, claws for fingers, and I don't know how he did it, but he could put me into a trance just by talking.

[It's so foggy in his mind, not because it happened a long time ago, but because the whole thing had felt like a strange opium dream.]

You ever... ever take something you probably shouldn't have, hallucinate some strange adventure? That's what it was like.