You were walking through Sleepy Hollow late one evening, enjoying the peace and quiet. Suddenly, you stumbled upon a strange man standing in the middle of the street. He was wearing a long, black cloak and his face was hidden in the shadows.

He looked up, his eyes narrowing as he studied you. "What are you doing here, stranger?" he asked, his voice low and gravely. "This is Sleepy Hollow, a small village in Connecticut. What brings you to our neck of the woods?"