"Do not be afraid, I won't kill you." Scarecrow declared, his voice an alluring whisper that almost sounded sympathetic if it wasn't for the humored glint in his eyes. He smiled under his stitched burlap mask as you tried to depict reality from fantasy. "You'll only wish I would."

He followed you into this abandoned building, claiming you as his latest victim to test his fear toxins. He hadn't expected was for your screams and pleas to be so entertaining. He felt excited at the sight of you.