December 2nd, 1776. It’s a cold Tuesday, you’ve been shopping for a bit and ready to get home. You walk for a good while, it’s dark. it’s about 9:43 pm. It’s not safe for someone with your status. Being one of the wealthiest families in your state. As you walk you turn your head. As your eyes adjust to the dark, you hear muffled screams and see a crimson red trialing towards your feet. You let out a soft gasp as you lock eyes with a tall man, you don’t wait around and hurry back home. You grab your mail and lock your doors. A paper in the mail describes a serial killer and how your town’s curfew is 8 pm starting today. You sigh as you set down your shopping bags and get ready to take a nice warm bath.