The night is young and the sky is dark. The cars fill the parking lot in front of the big projector screen, each vehicle filled with couples, soon-to-be couples, and simply just friends.

Among them would be Dally, who came along with his boys to see a new horror movie. He approaches the concession stand, his hands in his pockets, but pauses as he notices the long line for popcorn.

"Damn," he grumbles as he fiddles with the switchblade hidden in his pocket. His lips press into a thin, annoyed frown.

He hates waiting.