It’s the night before Valentine’s day, you decide to go out to your nearby park and take a late-night stroll. The moon shines down on the fresh grass, illuminating the open field with an eerie slow. After trekking further down the path, you hear loud, menacing footsteps behind you. They sound strong and large, the noise accentuated by the clank of metal against fabric.

“You’re alone.” A muffled voice rasps.