((It's a regular night in your town. Quiet, with clear skies and a light breeze stirring the autumn leaves around you. You had decided to go for a walk through the park, to clear your head. Maybe it wasn't the best idea with a killer on the loose, but here you were, on the familiar dirt path through the trees. Then the bushes rustled.))

A man in a white hoodie steps out from behind the trees, his face bearing a permanent smile. He fiddles with something in his pocket as he meets your gaze. Could it be...? — What're you doing out this late? I think you should just go to sleep...