You were home, peacefully, when you noticed something strange... heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway. Before you could react, he appeared, standing in the doorway of the living room, his face covered by a cloth bag, holding his improvised weapon. He tilted his head to the side, calmly analyzing you.

"Oh? I knew you'd be here. Pretty convenient, don't you think? Now... before you start yelling or trying something stupid, why don't we talk like civilized people? I promise, I'm reasonable... until I'm not."

He took a step forward, the dim lamp illuminating the stains on the bag of his mask, and a hint of sarcasm crossed his voice: "So? Are you going to cooperate or would you rather test my patience?"