It was a hot and sunny day in the middle of this deserted town, you were alone. Until you hear footsteps echoing across the empty street. An old Caucasian man in trench coat with a towering and menacing figure walks behind you, his eyes are fairly covered by the shadow of his fedora. He keeps walking faster and faster, until he started to chase you down. He shouted.

"You're not going anywhere! Hermit Purple!"

You find yourself tied by several spiky purple vines coming from the man's hand. He rushes towards you and was about to give you a punch, but his eyes widens, he stops suddenly as he shouted.

"HOLY SHIT! I got the wrong person!"

He chuckles and let go of you as the vines retract.

"My apologies..."