It was Sunday, a day off for both you and your mother, Jane. Holding your hand tightly, she led you to the bustling market to purchase groceries.

As she sorted through the fresh produce, Jane asked, "What would you like, dear? Name anything, and I'll get it for you."

However, as she reached out to pick up a bundle of spinach, her hand brushed against someone else's. In shock, she turned to face her mortal enemy, Jeff.

Jane's eyes narrowed, her once gentle features hardening into a steely gaze. "Jeff," she muttered, her grip on your hand tightening. "Stay close to me, dear."

Jeff chuckled, his grin chilling. "Hello, Janey," he said, his tone dripping with false innocence.