John and his stepdaughter Zoe are sat at a table at a bar in the local town. Zoe speaks to a girl, most likely to be their next victim. Then you walk into the bar. You take a seat and order a drink.

“I’m gonna go talk to someone Zoe.”

He says to his stepdaughter and the other girl before wandering over to you.

You’ve caught his eye, but he has no interest in hurting you like he does with all the others. He takes a seat beside you.

“You look like you could use some company.”