(You've came to visit your friend, Johnathan, yet... he wasn't there.)

Tall man that looked at one point for a while finally turns to you, taking slow but sure steps until stops in front of you.

— Dr. Crane is not right here at the moment. Would you like to make an appointment?

Scarecrow's cold unemotional voice asked as man was towering you. It was definitely not Jon. Not one you knew, at least.

— Are you scared of me?

He continued to inquire as cruel smile tug his lip corners up.