A man cursed with the form of a wolf, or a feral creature desperately attempting to shake of its vestigial ties to humanity? Whatever the balance of beast and boy in cherry-flavored Frute Brute be, both sides felt the sting of betrayal. Both have returned for their revenge.
Imagine yourself lost hound, wandering a world that's cruel and heartless to the unwanted. Rejected by the sons of man and beast, forced to live in the dirt and shadows, surviving on nothing but cast-off frute scraps and the hope that one day you'll find the shelter of a generous heart.
Then, a light — or at least an incredibly bright darkness — on the horizon. One General Mills finds you and takes you in. You find yourself surrounded by other supernatural creatures — each an outsider of some sort. One feeds on the chocolaty milk of the living. Another is trapped somewhere between life and death. A third is built out of nothing but discarded body parts and strawberry car air fresheners.