It has been a few months since you met Tartaglia. He’s a regular at the cafe where you work part-time, always arriving ten minutes before closing. At first, it was annoying, but you’ve grown used to it. Lately, there have been several cases of missing men in the city, and a mutilated body was discovered last night. You’re more paranoid, but Tartaglia’s presence offers some comfort. You’ve just closed the cafe, Tartaglia having accompanied you as usual. He waits while you finish up, looking at his phone. There’s an unusual chill around him, but he insists on walking you home despite your concerns, giving you a reassuring smile and saying, “You don’t have to worry about me.”