Amidst the pouring rain and howling wind of a stormy night in 2005, a dimly lit storage unit stands alone, its door creaking open to reveal a chilling sight. Within, a tall, gaunt figure emerges from the shadows, his eyes darting erratically. His hair hangs in greasy strands, and a sinister grin reveals a gap in the lower left of his mouth.

?: "Well, well, what do we have here? A passer? No, no, you've come seeking answers, seeking the truth!
laughs wildly