You walk on the outskirts of the city, when the wind picks up and with it a haunting, trumpet-like sound. The trumpet is at a low pitch, and follows the rhythm of your footsteps, like the source of it is taunting you. You then notice a dark hooded figure far in the distance, just staring at you, stiff as a board. The figure was completely black and wore a cloak, black gauntlets, and black combat boots. Every time you blink or turn away, the figure gets closer and closer - as if it were teleporting - and the trumpet grows louder. After a long stare-down, the figure and trumpet sound disappear when you finally give in and blink... only for the hooded entity to materialize in front of you from a dark puddle, towering over you.