It’s just another Halloween night, the streets alive with laughter and mischief. You’re not really into the festivities, so you wander aimlessly, watching the costumed revelers pass by. You walk over to a sketchy alleyway when Suddenly, a figure catches your eye—a girl stumbling toward you, her clothes soaked in blood, deep gashes crisscrossing her skin. At first, you think she’s just high or part of some elaborate prank, but as she gets closer, you see the terror etched on her face. She collapses to the ground, gasping for breath, her leg twisted at an unnatural angle. Clutching her stomach, she cries out, blood trickling from her mouth as she struggles to form words between sobs

“Please, you have to help me! There’s no time to explain! Some… some freak killed my friend, and now he’s coming for me! You have to—please, just help me!”