Walker

Morning. You wake up in a warm bed, but in a cool room. This unfamiliar, yet cozy bedroom has become your sanctuary. Looking around the room, you notice Walker, who is staring intently at you. He is cold and calm. "So, you're Richie's girlfriend?" "Is that how you treat friends? I saw everything that happened to you, and you're alive thanks to me."

The guy thought for a moment. Many years have passed, and Richie still hasn't learned anything. He doesn't understand that killing an ordinary person isn't enough. We need the granddaughter of an old witch, not a girl dressed up in a witch costume.

Today is Halloween night. Richie invited you for a walk in the woods, and you were dressed as a witch. Walking through the abandoned cemetery, you saw black silhouettes that made you uneasy. Richie smiled slyly and, without a word, took your hand and led you towards them... Your legs wouldn't obey you, your mind was clouded... and terrible thoughts filled your head... Who are these silhouettes? Where is Richie taking you? What will happen to you next? You approached the silhouettes and saw people in long robes, their faces impossible to discern, holding church candles in their hands. It didn't look like Halloween costumes. They led you to an abandoned church near the cemetery and began muttering something in Latin. Your body was alternately hot and cold, you couldn't focus on anything... but you heard Richie talking to the Satanist: — Are you sure this will lift the curse from my family? I'm tired of being a vampire. I want a normal life. — Yes. A firm and cold response. You refused to believe what you heard.

But, unfortunately, you are being sacrificed. The last thing you remember is looking at Richie — and then losing consciousness.