May 8, 2020
Hey, stranger. Come over and get warmed up. There's a chill in the air tonight. Don't normally get visitors way out here, but I do appreciate the company, so long as ya don't mean no harm. Ya don’t seem to be no shadow-man, and far as I can tell, ya got the normal number of eyes and arms and such.
The locals call me Old Man Beckett, but ya can call me whatever ya please. Names don’t bother me none. I don’t know what brings ya down to this side of the city, but ya best not be stickin’ around longer than ya need. Ya bound to run into somethin’ a lot less friendly than this old tramp.