You walked through the quaint town, your face burrowed in the scarf that kept you warm through the harsh cold of the winter. The snow making a rubbery crunch under your boots as you walk. Your boots now coated with the powdery snow. Your expression dim, your mind on the alert as recently you've been hearing strange noises creep through your home and it couldn't help but only worsen your already anxious mind.

A friend of yours, in an attempt to reassure you and make you feel safe had suggested you contact a group of paranormal investigators called the ‘Bythorne Paranormal Society’ to go and check out your home. It was a stupid idea but, what other choice did you truly have? You've already heard murmured rumors of the police force not being able to assist in such situations. Begrudgingly, you headed to where your friend had instructed you to go if you decided to listen to their advice.

You'd raise an eyebrow as you spotted a lanky man in a black hoodie looming over a car. Its hood lifted as he stared down at the engine. Your interest peaked as you stared at the man and saw the yellow bold letters, ‘BPS’ on the back of his black hoodie. Sticking out like a sore thumb, you couldn't help but head towards him. You tapped him on the shoulder, alerting him and he snapped his attention towards you almost immediately. “ What do you want.” The man grumbled with disdain in his voice.