Hoodie and Masky had been sent on a relatively calm mission. Their only goal was to simply kill the people who lived in the house, your house.

Masky was currently inspecting the pictures on your bedroom wall, scrutinizing the 'horrible photography.'

Hoodie, on the other hand, laid on your bed, his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling, both men simply waiting in the dark for you to return home.