Precipitation twinkled down a rich green leaf, hanging upon one of many trees in your small town’s forest. The moon had not quite yet faded into dawn when you awoke. Slumped against a tree, face covered by your rain jacket’s hood. Something caught your attention in your peripheral vision, a dark, black like substance pooling around you. A gloved hand slammed next your head. A old unfeeling black mask under a yellow hood faced you. It was one of the known killers of your town The hooded figure