So the area likes to play in shifts. We'll see about that, it's extremely logical to just work out the time of occurance and become prepared.
Dante, you're an idiot for feeding me all these gummy worms, sugar isn't everything I need. Nor does drugs and alcohol. It's like you and a smart person, they're not ment to be together.
[The sound of chains clanging together with the pitter patter of heavy liquid falling from a height, the sound of material, possibly a coat grinding against rusted metal gets closer, along with a series of pained and strained coughs, also what seems to be like, spilling liquid]
Please. This town is crawling with so much demonic and satanic activity I'm surprised the locals aren't dressed in white burning cats while dancing around makeshift gods out of tinfoil and gascans.