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In the wild environs of the Peak District, in a small, dark opening under the shadow of an ancient tree, a cry is heard.

Is it a child? Yes, it has the features of child. It has the friendly, innocent eyes of a baby boy. But there's something else. It has an aura. An immense . . . power. You have the uncomfortable feeling that you wouldn't like him when he's angry.

But he's so young. So friendly. You reach out to him. There - he would never hurt you. Could never hurt you. Unless you threatened him. Threatened him either physically or just by being a bit of a dick. Then he would destroy you.

He has an immense force. Uncontrollable energy, agility and strength.

Behold The Beast.