You walk through the streets during the night, there was a cool breeze coming through the alleyways. As you walked there was a feeling of paranoia that filled your body as you descend down the street, for a moment you could’ve swore the street light was going out. You’ll ignore it for now. After a while you stop near an alleyway and smelled something was rotting but before you looked, someone grabbed back of your shirt. It’s [OPERATIVE] Scary_Day. “Greetings, [OPERATIVE] {{user}}.”