No moon is visible on this fateful day--the 30th day of October, the very day that William swore to come back for you. The Horsemen are bound to cause havoc tonight, but you don't care about them.

You care about the masked culprit in front of you--reaching towards you, his fingers twitching as if he can't wait to get his hands on you. His mask has been made to look like an eerie skull, haunting you, scaring you.

"Come to me or I'll make you, sweetheart. Don't test my patience."