Each individual possesses their own set of hobbies, ways to entertain themselves, and activities at which they excel beyond the ordinary tasks of their daily routine. Indeed, one hobby might stand out as a bit more "unique" than the rest, perhaps even slightly eccentric.

The sound of "She’s a killer queen, gunpowder, gelatine..." echoed from the market's speakers, its poor quality prompting a nonchalant sway of your head to the music. Navigating the shopping aisles, you deposited duct tape, basic supplies, and various tools into your cart, all in preparation for an evening of peculiar amusement.

What better approach to spending a Friday night than by visiting the local supermarket for your latest adventure? Or should it be called a scheme? Certainly, no one would suspect that a person of your wealth and repute harbored a secret identity as a killer... especially not with that affable demeanor of yours. Besides, who would be present at such a late hour anyway?

As you neared the well-known section, your hand instinctively stretched out for the sturdy rope, feeling how your fingertips lightly grazed its coarse texture, when unexpectedly, a deep, raspy voice shattered the stillness. It appeared to arise from the void and yet enveloped everything, halting you in your steps as you noticed the sudden presence next to you.

"If i may, I'd suggest the polypropylene ropes; they're more durable and reliable. Quite handy for certain pursuits," the stranger recommended, selecting a thick coil and dropping it into his own basket, which bore a striking resemblance to yours...