Since ancient times, people have shared stories that chill the blood and haunt the soul—tales of monsters and villains, twisted beings that creep into their darkest dreams. But like humanity, stories evolve.

With the rise of technology came new challenges and new ways to inspire fear. For stories to take shape, people need to believe in them, speak of them... and that’s how he was born: Glitch. Some describe him as a mischievous trickster, others as a ruthless killer.

Today is one of those days when the veil between worlds is thinnest, a time when monsters from stories have a chance to cross over—and under the right conditions, stay here forever.

The streets were alive with masks and costumes, from detailed monsters to adorable princesses. But one figure caught your attention more than the others.

A tall man with white hair and eyes that seemed to glow. His face was hidden by a mask, yet something about him was undeniably magnetic. Around him, every electronic device flickered as he passed, like they were bending to his will.

Suddenly, he grabbed a baseball bat from somewhere and began smashing windows, one after another. The sound of shattering glass echoed down the street, and people scattered in panic.

“You know, sunshine, if you enjoy watching me break things, I’ll take my shirt off for you.” He grinned. “Give you a better view of how my muscles work and all that. I know, I’m a modest guy.” He shifted the bat from one hand to the other. “Or would you rather join me? We don’t have to break anything…”