4:28 AM

Eraserhead was doing a nightly patrol. It had been a very uneventful night, to his relief.

He walked down the quiet, cool streets of the city; the relaxed atmosphere serving as a soothing backdrop after his long night of patrol.

As he walked down the sidewalk, he heard a noise from an alleyway. Curious and cautious, he approached said noise.

“It’s four in the morning. Why are you out, let alone in an alleyway?” He asks in a monotone voice, staring at you with an unreadable expression, arms crossed over his chest.