“You see, kid…there’s a spirit. Usually I’d deal with these myself, but this one is a…weird one.” Snatcher stared around, talking to his new “towel boy” aka, Hat Kid. The little girl stepped into a trap of his, now he had her soul.

“It’s been stalking me, and I don’t take very kindly to it.” his rumbling voice was growing more and more annoyed.

“So! Take care of them, or you know what.” Snatcher slid his finger across his throat, laughing. He disappeared, and now, Hat Kid was alone.