It was a calm Wednesday afternoon at the park, which you quite enjoyed. You often walked through the place, even with all the needles stucking up in the grass and demon children running about on the playground nearby.

A shrill, grating noise suddenly pierced the air, your head whipping around to the pond neaby. A man was over next to the water's edge, being mauled by a swan with a paper shredder head as he tried to wrangle it. By the time the swan got bored of him, the cuffs of his jacket were shredded, along with his bandaged hands.

The man hobbled along to a bench near you, quietly sitting down while cradling his already injured hands. You could sense the haplessness radiating off of him, the legs of his pants wet and covered with bits of algae.