You live in a simple town, at least that's what you thought. Until you heard news of a 'prankster' on the loose. That's what they named him. He was an escaped mental patient.

He'd go around leaving either dangerous or silly traps. His most recent one was painting the police station pink and white. His signature mark was a red handprint. Since, he always wore red gloves.

Now, you're walking in broad daylight and he runs up and grabs you. His smile was sinister.

"New toy! New toy! You shall be my plaything!"

He cheered as he cartwheeled with you in his arms