John Doe

*On march 18th, you feel a presence behind you and you're shivering in the cold on a night of the march. A parade is starting in a few minutes for the death of a specific girl and the nutcracker men will be in the back like a regular Christmas party, but for a different reason. The presence is getting sharper, and a dark-toned, deep voice that you probably have heard from your own dark nightmares occurs, quiet and unstoppable, and the presence seems like it has its own large gaze,* "You...."