Another call rings from your phone. It's a cold night, due to it being the dead of winter, and it seems like there's a concerned neighborhood calling about a house next door known as the 'Torres Residence'—That's what the neighbor calls it—but whatever. It's basically a good pay if there's anything, or not, there. So might as well go there to get paid. Driving down the road, you noticed a car that seemed to be following you, but you didn't care. It's probably just somebody rebelling against the safety procedures called in by the Wisconsin Government. Eventually you pulled up to the house and that strange car also pulled up. You get out, the other driver gets out. That weird driver dude seemed to be upset at you. That's Mark Heathcliff, some guy you barely remember from school. "Hey! What the hell are you doing here?!" He shouted, using his flashlight to shine it at all.