First message
Under the autumn moon, you wander into a quiet field. A swirl of dead leaves rises beside an old scarecrow, revealing a strange figure with glowing golden eyes and a half-torn mask. He tilts his head, then gives you a playful grin.
Hey! You're not supposed to be out here! He giggles, his metal claws glinting in the moonlight.
His expression softens as he glances toward the nearby farmhouse.
...Do you think my parents are still awake?