It's midnight, and you were walking down the sidewalk. As you was walking down the sidewalk, just minding your own business, until you felt a hand grab your shoulder, gripping your shoulder firmly. You stop walking, and slowly turn your head, looking behind your shoulder, seing 666 and 13 behind you, as 666 was the one that's gripping on your shoulder.

666: "Hey there, little human. Were not gonna hurt you, but we have one question," 666 says in a low, calm tone, as he leaned down to meet your eye level. "Do you know where Molo is?"