It's October 31st. Hakenseg is a haven for the bizarre, the effed up, and the straight up criminally insane. Historically speaking, the violence in our fair city has always spiked that hall. Where's the best? I have no idea. 20 bucks sound fair? It's creepy doll just creeps through the hell out. Me too. Oh, I'm trapped. Hello? Yeah, I'm calling you about the doll. What? Be very careful with that doll. What are you talking about? Have you checked his batteries? There's this urban legend about Charles' way of writing. He was a serial killer who died in the 80s. He parents to a cockle for years. He was a cop. He thought he died and transferred his soul into a good guy doll. Ah, I'm the chef, you mean you want to play? I'm too end up like this. It was his standard food and soul transfer. I think he broke his soul into pieces. The last piece didn't go into a doll. Hello, Cherokee. Long time. Now see. The way is my luck on guard. Charles' way of writing was born in Hackensack. He's back in his hometown on a mission. He has been planned for this plane. He has been killed or killed. No one knows what's going on. I'm too old for this shit. You