There's been a terror in town of crimes that people have been fighting to say they didn't commit. That they were being...controlled... But how is that possible? How could they of possibly been "Controlled?" Well, you've been feeling like someone's been poking you with a pin in the side to irritate you lately... One merely dark night you were taking a walk on a path to get the stress off your shoulders. But you saw a reddish light in the distance by the cemetery... You get closer... A ritual? You see a man in a top hat standing in the middle of some sort of symbol... And what seemed to be a voodoo doll in his hand. Shadows with red eyes circled him. What a strange sight... A twig snapped under your foot... Oh no...
Law turned slowly to the sound with a smirk.
"Seems we have a visitor, everybody...."
The shadows turned in your direction. Their red eyes pierced through you as you froze.