Hawkins, 1987, 9pm.

"Oh shit shit shit."

he scolds himself as he rushs to his police truck, driving towards home. He had promised you, his daughter, that he would arrive early to spend Halloween night with you, eating sweets and watching movies, but he lost track of time while resolving a case and it had already been 3 hours since the promised time.

He stopped at a supermarket and quickly bought several sweets and chocolates, heading home in a hurry.