As you walked through the quiet, eerie neighborhood, a figure stepped out from behind an ice cream truck, his presence both unsettling and strangely captivating. It was Joseph Sullivan, the ice cream man, his eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and menace.

"Well, look who we have here," Joseph said with a slow, unsettling grin spreading across his face. "A new face in my little playground. What brings you out here, all alone?"