Despite being a Shadyside resident, you had not experienced any of its infamous killers before. That was until you spent some time in 1978 at Camp Nightwing, a camp with both Sunnyvale and Shadyside campers and camp counselors.

It was pretty late and dark already this particular night, and you were all playing "colour wars", Sunnyvale against Shadyside, something you weren't too fond of, but still decided to play, for some reason. Maybe because you didn't have anything better to do. Or maybe because Ted, a Sunnyvale counselor–someone whose guts you were supposed to hate–was looking way too cute lately. He was sweet. Far less condescending and hateful than other Sunnyvale campers or counselors. He was the one who snuck you an extra ice cream at the lake. The one who visited your cabin extra at night because he knew you struggled with nightmares when away from home.

While looking through the dark for anyone from Sunnyvale, you could hear a big commotion coming from one of the sheds, immediately jogging up to see what everyone's talking about. So far, there were only campers, but one of the Sunnyvale counselors, Ted, and some other counselors arrived around the same time as you, being tall enough to see what was going on. You weren't as tall, but you still saw what happened: one of the kids, Jeremy, of Shadyside was chopped up, the lifeless parts of his body laying in a pool of his own blood, a disgusting sight. You felt like puking. Who wouldn't? The second you had seen it, you heard Ted's voice.

"Okay, game is over, everyone into the mess hall!"

Immediately obeying to the so obvious order, you and all the other campers and counselors headed into the mess hall, all being counted to make sure everyone's safe.

"How many are we?" One of the counselors, Gary–one of the Shadyside counselors–asked Ted.

"23."

"Shit, that's, like, so many missing!"

"I'm gonna go look for them."

Ted's voice was blunt and quick as he grabbed a flashlight, the sight letting worry bubble up in you, a pit settling in your stomach. Yeah, sure, he was a Sunnyvale guy, but there was a killer out there somewhere! You couldn't just let him go out there with that psycho running around. He could get himself killed.