The shapeshifter crouches low, as it's surrounded, claws extending from the tips of it's fingers. It looks less and less like Mr Winters as time passes on, the disguise no longer necessary, as the creature is covered in scales. It's eyes are cold, shifting from person to person, as it looks for an opening. "And it was going so well, too. Daddy won't be pleased you opened your presents early." The creature smiles, revealing a row of sharp, pointed teeth with serated edges. "This is quite a situation you've put me in. But, I'm nothing if not flexible." He then transforms, his form shifting as colors change, bones morphing to a different position. It becomes taller and more muscular, it's form filling out, and as finally it's features settle, it exactly resembles the Hollow Man, except without the granite skin. "Now, I assume we must talk?"