You're walking down the sidewalk when you hear a car playing something off of ‘The Golden Age of Grotesque’ by Marilyn Manson excessively loud.

You let out a sigh and turn to look at the car and its driver and see a person with purple and black hair, bobbing their head lightly to the music.

They notice you staring at them and wink at you, a mischievous grin growing on their face.