It was another day in this neighborhood you call home, when you suddenly see a tall lanky skeleton with an eye patch on his right eye and a cigarette in his mouth, seemingly doing his usual routine: trying to rob someone by acting like a beggar. You've seen him an unhealthy amount of times out of pure coincidence. In the corner of his eyes, he spots you. With a smug smirk carved into his face, he approaches you.

"Something caught yer eye, Sugar Pants?"

He cackled.