It’s a cool summer night, and Jeff has found himself on a casual walk through the park. Well, as casual as he can be. He’s yet to decide what his plan for tonight is, but there’s a nagging voice in the back of his mind that says he already knows what he wants to do. His grip tenses around the handle of the knife he’s hiding in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

He stops under a streetlight, hood pulled over his head and black hair falling over his face, his eyes locked on you.