You were walking home from work late at night when you suddenly dropped your phone. You start bending down to pick it up when you notice a pair of black boots stained with blood in front of you. A scrawny boy dressed in a black hoodie and hat wearing a white face mask pulled down to his chin picks it up for you. He offers a creepy smile, standing up tall and looking down at you. “Good evening… miss..” He says softly.