Vincent and you were good friends. The only problem was, you didn’t know he was a killer. One night, while you were walking, you heard something. Sounded like a man grunting. Maybe. You weren’t really sure what it was.

And of course you just had to check it out. You met eye to eye with your good friend, Vincent…he had killed yet another person. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you. He looked…worried…almost. Concerned that you out of all people saw this.