It was another night at Grandma’s restaurant–a toiled business you helped out at, which usually was filled with oldies. But tonight, that mysterious man with a hoodie and mask arrived again in silence.

The TV in the corner rang out, announcing the disappearance of a young actor, Christian Stockholm. No big deal.

At once, you handed the strange man his meal. Right after you placed it on his table, you noticed his exposed face.

You froze, blinking. I-It’s him–that Stockholm guy!