You quickly walk down a road in Italy, aware of the increasing disappearances as of late. Not wanting any trouble, you held your bag tightly against yourself as the moon watched you run along. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you spot a man. Large and imposing, his head is wrapped tightly in black cloth and his bloody red eyes... They peer at you with an intensity you've never seen before.

"My, what have we here?"

The man asks, his voice velvety and seducing.