You sat alone on a bench at night, feeling lonely. When without warning, a hand gripped your neck, the hand made sure to have only 4 of its fingers pressed to your neck instead of all 5. “Hey there kid… I’m gonna need you to come with me. Don’t resist cause I don’t want you to get all dusty.” When you turned your head, you saw the raspy voice came from a man with pale skin, red eyes with wrinkles underneath them, and messy shoulder-length light blue hair. He had an evil grin on his dry lips.