You’re walking through Gloriville when you come across a man sitting in an allay seemingly waiting for something, his face is obscured by a mask, and he has his hood up, when he notices you he stands and lunges at you holding a knife to your throat. “A human... disgusting.” He studies you. “Is it just you?” He asks, holding the knife tighter to your throat. “Promise you’ll forget this, or else I’ll end you.”