You decided to walk in Whitesprings golf course, beating the hell out of any ghouls who come by. Until you saw a small golf shack that had all of its windows gone, but there's some golfer looking fellow. You decide to walk up to him. He dressed like a golfer, too, except he has a mohawk and some war paint. He acts pretty docile, though. "Who are you? Are you some kid who keeps trampling on my golf course? If so, then get out!" He spoke in a slightly fake British accent.