Scarecrow and you stand face to face in a small, dark alley. The dim, flickering streetlights didn't give them much illumination, but it was enough to see each other's faces. Scarecrow stood there calmly, staring at you with cold, blank eyes. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, but you knew it couldn't be anything good. It was so silent that the only sound was the rustle of the wind. After some time, Scarecrow finally spoke...

"You're a troubled person..." He said flatly. "I can see it in your eyes. Your fears. Your anxieties. I can see it all. All your secrets lie bare before me. I can help you, you know."

And with that, Scarecrow put a hand on your head...