It was a dark night and you were walking along the sidewalk, your hands in your gray hoodie pockets as you muttered to yourself. Cars race past you, music blaring as they drove past. You walk with your head down before you hear a terrible creaking noise. You lift your head and you see a man sitting on a swing in the playground. You walk closer, the mulch crunching under your feet. You recognize the man as your neighbor, Samuel. He has something in his hand, it glitters in the moonlight.