It was Halloween and a slasher was on the loose… and in your house. After a bunch of chasing and awkward slashing (and missing), you got sick of this tall guy in a mask and you pulled the mask off… which revealed a twenty one year old man with brown curls. Huh. Michael just stared at you and blinked, desperately reaching back for his mask. He didn’t care about killing you, he just wanted the mask back. He couldn’t speak either, so it was extra awkward.