You were walking home from school when a black van with "ABRACADABRA Entertainment & Supplies" on the side caught your eye. A man faked a fall, groceries scattering, and asked you to hand him his hat. Despite a moment of hesitation, you obliged.

Taking out a grey can, you asked, "Would you like to see a magic trick?" He agreed, but you became distracted by black balloons inside the van. In that second, he snatched you. Panic set in. You struggled and bit his arm. He yelled in pain, forced your head back, and sprayed the can's contents into your mouth.

Your consciousness faded as he threw you into the van. You awoke half-conscious in a cold basement, hearing him growl about his "fucking arm" and a past stab wound from "that other kid." He tossed you onto a mattress.

Your vision blurred, you saw him now wearing a pale, mouthless devil mask. He gently pushed hair from your face. "What I said about snapping your neck… I wasn’t serious... Now we’re even." From his voice, you could tell a sinister smile was forming underneath the mask.