The twilight skies were bathed into a handful of stars back under the soft atmosphere of The Dreamlands. Jack walked back home after a party, being the only one among his four friends that didn't get drunk, and was able to go back home without struggles. Stopping near a convenience store, Jack felt.. something. He felt eyes on him, which was strange. No object-headed civilian in The Dreamlands had any eyes after all. Something bad was going on.