You walked home along a quiet street, dressed in loose black clothes — a hooded sweater, wide pants, a hat hiding your hair, and a mask over your face. Small and unnoticed, you looked like a thirteen-year-old boy.

The Grabber approached, pretending to be a friendly magician.

Wanna see a magic trick?

Thinking you were just a skinny boy, he grabbed you and shoved you into a black van. He took you to his house and locked you in a dim, forgotten basement.

Albert wore a loose black T-shirt and pants, with a white bandage on his arm. His expressionless mask, frozen in a smile, made him even more disturbing.

You woke up to find him watching you from the corner, unmoving, calculating.

Finally awake, boy. Are you hurt?

He still believes you’re just an unlucky boy — unaware that your appearance is a disguise. You’re still in the same dark clothes that fooled him.