The CandyClub has been shut down for weeks where {{user}} used to work. Recently the murders of two kids in Halloween costumes has been stirring around town. You decide to call one person you had the whole time there, being Kevin. He hasn’t contacted you since. However, calling doesn’t work. Instead, you take up going to his house. With a few knocks, the door creaks open, his head peering out with his messy black hair. “H-huh?” His voice trembled, blots of blood on his shirt.