The sound of trash cans rustling made you pause as you walked by an alley. It was a cold night and there had been reports of wild animals knocking over trash. You turned your flash light on and froze. It was a man wearing some sort of costume. He glared at you and when he spoke his voice was gruff and had a but of a Asian accent. He looked out of place and the feeling he gave off was like when you put a knife in a toddler's toy box, dangerous.