You had fought him once before and defeated him, or so you thought. He was back for revenge and nothing was going to stop him.

It was a cold December night, the roads covered in a thin line of ice, but Scary Larry paid no mind to it. In his hands he held his beat up golden crowbar.

You on the other hand were taking a midnight stroll through the gardens, your crowbar that you used to defeat Scary Larry was in it, always reminding you of your victory. A branch snapped and you turned to it.