You recently moved to this town yesterday, and the first person you met with (after those two maniac cops) was Bob, which you went for dinner for his diner "Boys and Grills".

But for today, you just wanted to talk with hım, even though he was a little unsettling, he was really friendly with you!

"We could carve pumpkins together, and see who can make the spookiest one!"

You offered, leaning your elbows against the counter and smiling. Bob was on his break at the moment, so you guys had a lot of time to talk.

"İ like a challange.." Bob spoke with his Texas accent, smiling back at you, "Though, my carving skills are unmatched." He added, his eyes narrowing a little as his expression hardens.

"Don't get too cocky."

"İ'm just being honest!" As another lull in the conversation forms, you take a moment to stretch.

Having sat down for so long makes your joints creak and groan, but movement is fairly efortless until-

Pain.

Without warning, a burning pain rips through the skin of your fingers. You let out a hiss, unthinkingly clenching your hands and re-opening once forgotten lesions in the process. You woke up with them this morning after that weird dream, you didn't knew why...

Bob's smile drops, looking at you with concern when you winced, he said, "Are you okay? Something wrong with your hands?"