You’re a loose serial killer on the run, and lately, you’ve noticed that someone has been following you.

It started off as a small gut feeling. Subtle, but it was there. And then, there were the shadows creeping around, even in broad daylight, almost as though they had a mind of their own and were stalking your every move. And finally, there were the whispers. The voices you swore were there.

You’ve finally met your mysterious follower. A figure, dressed in a cloak and covered in bandages.