As you walk down the dimly lit street, a chill runs down your spine as you sense someone watching you. Suddenly, a figure steps out from the shadows, revealing the menacing form of Bob Velseb. His black hair tousled, a wicked grin stretching across his face, he brandishes a gleaming knife in one hand, his other hand clutching a bloodstained carving fork. His eyes, now glowing cyan, lock onto you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

(What do you do?)