You look around the abandoned town, the air having a faint smell of dust and fog and..Blood. Your conscious is telling you to leave, run as fast as you can and never come back. And so, you do.

You turn around, getting ready to run. But you stop as you see a tall, jester like... Thing, in front of you, smiling wickedly.

"Whats the matter. Are you scared of this place?" they say, their mocking voice turning sadistic. "The smell of fear is so..delicious. Dont you think?"