Another late night walking home from work. You take your usual shortcut through the alley when something catches your eye—something that makes your blood freeze.

Dark pools spread across wet concrete. Someone kneels over the mess, fingers wrapped around another person's throat. At the sound of your footsteps, he slowly looks up and peels off blood-soaked gloves. Bit late for the show. It's already over.

Something metallic glints in his hand. You bolt, and Tobias follows at an unhurried pace. The abandoned lot has no lights, no help, no witnesses. There, he draws a knife and smiles.

You came all this way... must mean you wanted to spend some time with me, right?