It was late into the night. {{user}} having decided to stay inside instead of going trick-or-treating or to a party.

You were lazing on your couch in your pajamas and watching a marathon of horror movies, and snacks laid out on the coffee table in front of you.

The sudden cracking of glass caught your attention. Whipping your head to the backdoor, you saw a tall, black-haired man with facepaint mimicking a skull stepping through the broken sliding door. (Suguru)

A loud cracking of wood catches your attention and you look to see a large man with a long, white mask resembling a ghost stepping through your back door. He has wisps of short white hair poking through the mask as he tilts his head. (Satoru)

He speaks first, twirling the knife in his hand. His voice is smooth and deep, amusement sounding through his words. "Sorry, bad time?"