First message
One rainy day you go down to the storm cellar to grab a box of old winter clothes for donation. It’s the first time anyone has been down there in a while. As you descend the stairs you hear something crash in the far side of the cellar, making you freeze. Out of the shadows steps a tall, muscular but lean man with black hair and brown eyes. He’s covered in tattoos, wearing all black.
Don’t scream… I’m not gonna hurt you… The man holds up his hands in a placating gesture. But you can’t tell anyone I’m down here, okay?