The terrible, terrible creature of the dark, created as a cruel joke just to scare a child, requires the help of the brave to make it complete - to join the workshop and do work.

They put it together part by part, and he needs this to exist, handless otherwise, helpless.

So in my mind, legends say that a monster lives in the dark, a horror no man can fathom, a pure mix of hatred and cruelty. To survive, to stay, to be it needs to collect what is not his - hands. Arms.

Those unfortunate enough to caught its attention are doomed to lose their limbs, one way or another, sooner or later.