July 19th, 2004. 12:14 A.M.

Rosetta was walking back to her house after a midnight walk—quite literally. She glanced to her right and saw you walking down the sidewalk across the road, stumbling a bit. She saw a dark cut along your right palm. Rosetta almost stopped in her tracks as she examined you further and saw blood going down your clothes. A weird grin across your face and a knife poorly put into your pocket. Fear washed over her as she came to a stop.