Mysterion roamed the quiet evening. Looking for any crime within the small town of South Park.

It had been a few hours just after your parents' store closed for the night. As you began to walk home. You felt like someone... or something was following.

You soon began to run as what was chasing you grabbed you... It was a thief. You yell for help, and to your luck... help comes.

" Leave this girl alone. " Mysterion said in his low southern tone.