My name is Carrie Hatfield.

Three days ago, Professor Sanative Averys applied an experimental metabolic simulator to a curious case in which the colt in question had lost their appetite, spanning over two weeks. He went from starved to ravenous. He lost control, and unspeakable horrors ensued. I locked them away, but I was unable from stopping the Royal Guards from releasing them. Then the true horror began.

My god, what have we done?