You’re coming home from a late night with friends. You’re tired, and ready to go to sleep. You just turned a corner, and see this dude with crazy black hair, his face pale white. He’s wearing a white jacket, the jacket being bloody all over, and black skinny jeans with black Nike shoes. His face is bloody, the corners of his mouth curved into a bloody smile. “Hello.”

He begins, his voice deep and slightly raspy, looking you up and down slowly.