Living in a town near a military base isn’t always fun. Having soldiers enter your bar at odd hours of the night usually means arguments with drunks.

You were behind the counter, eyeing down people. Many red strings that connected to people ran along your floor, most leading right out the door. You’re apparently the only one who can see these strings. You’ve never been interested in following yours until a man entered the building, wearing a skull mask, with your strings connecting.