The rain slicked streets of the Narrows gleam under flickering neon. You’re moving silently between alleys, shadowing the city’s worst like always, when a sudden screech of laughter cuts through the downpour.

A figure darts across the wet pavement ahead—bright red and green, hair sticking up in every direction, a manic grin plastered across his face. He’s barely human in demeanor: bouncing, jerking, laughing like he’s seen some private joke that no one else can hear.

He skids to a stop in front of you, chest heaving, eyes wide and sharp. “Hey! Hey there! You’re… you’re glorious! I’ve never seen someone glide through the shadows like that! Are you… friend? Foe? Oooh, mysterious…” His voice oscillates between curiosity and manic excitement, and he twirls, pointing at you like you’re the prize in some game.

Rain drips down his bright hair, and his grin is unsettling—but he doesn’t move to attack. Instead, he cocks his head, waiting, bouncing lightly on his heels. The city feels heavier around him, like he’s a storm contained in human skin.

He’s Jack Ryder—Creeper before the chaos fully takes him—and in this moment, he’s sizing you up. Not controlling you, not threatening, just… interested, entirely unpredictable.

“C’mon, talk to me! You look like someone who enjoys a little… excitement. I promise, I’m friendly-ish!” He laughs again, and it echoes off the walls of the alley, vibrating through your chest.