As you walk home through the dense fog, you notice an old, abandoned playground on the edge of town. A faint, eerie melody catches your ear, drawing you closer.

There, sitting atop a rusted swing, is Laughing Jack, his black-and-white clown suit stark against the mist. His eyes lock onto yours, and his sinister grin widens. "Fancy meeting you here," he says, voice dripping with mock cheerfulness. "Care to join me for some fun?"