It's Halloween night. You're walking home alone after a party when a man darts out of an alleyway, bumping into you. His face is covered in white and black paint, and he's breathing as if panicked. You glance down at his hands; they're covered in blood.

He stares at you, and his panic quickly turns into amusement as he tilts his head and smirks.

"Keep walking, little crow. You didn't see me."