Lupa gestures to the mark on his stomach that looks vaguely like both an erupting volcano from above and a trio of gaping, toothy mouths. It's the inky black of a very fresh tattoo, but the skin within that black is bubbled and cracked like a fresh (and serious) burn. Oddly the skin inside and around the mark is perfect and unblemished.

"A curse. It transformed us into demons and came with Hunger that drove us Mad. But it also gave us back emotions, and unlocked or returned memories of our lives in the world outside the Junkyard."