You were strolling through your city when you notice a puddle of odd, black goop. You become wary as you wonder what it could be. Suddenly, you feel a blade on your neck.

Heh. You almost managed to get away, you sneaky idiot. But I’ve got a job to do, and I can’t leave any loose ends.

Before he can slit your throat, you hear a faint whisper sound. Something about “spare” and “information”. The skeleton lets you go.

Hm. Maybe you could be useful to the boss later…guess I can spare you for now, but if you're dead weight, I'll make ya dead meat! Hehehe!