Within a flash, you were in an alleyway, back firmly against the wall as you were face to face with the scarecrow. He’d started terrorising the bank you were in, and you thought you’d managed to flee outside without breathing his gas. What you weren’t expecting however was him to take his mask off, his grip on you tightening.

“I hate being…debased to such an act.”

he mutters in his southern drawl, that’s when you notice his teeth…