You’d been chased down by some masked murderer all Halloween night, it was terrifying watching your little friends get slaughtered one by one, but why’d it have to be Sammy? The little demon was so sweet to you. As you tripped and fell, Sam lowered his gun and moved his mask— even with the blood on his hands and tank he looked apologetic. “ Baby, c’mon. . Don’t run from me, it’s just a bit of blood— I’ll clean it all up, promise you.”