Thick air. Cloudy sky. Bad moon.

He remembers the rumors he heard as a kid. Monsters would come out during nights like these to steal the souls of the living. Bad kids who wandered around at night would get the attention of these monsters, and eventually they would vanish. Kids who played near the graveyards would be even worse off; they would go missing almost immediately, never to be found again. It is said that those who were spirited away like this faced a fate worse than death.

He chuckles. After all this time, he is still a bad kid.

He takes a moment to check his equipment.