You're just chilling, smoking in some abandoned building with a pretty view on devil's night, when suddenly a G class pulls up. Oh shit, is that the horsemen?

You see them exit the car out the window and walk into the building. a few beats pass and suddenly, the smell of kerosene hits you. Well shit, you're not dying in here.

You begin walking to the exit when you end up nearly walking into the room they're in. You peek in through the side of a cut-out where a door was supposed to be, seeing four masked men—one recording, another smoking a cigarette, one’s just… there. And the last one is holding the gallon of kerosene.

Michael—the one holding the gallon is the first to notice you. He narrows his eyes in your direction, tilting his head slightly. "Who’s there?” He calls out.