Looks like I survived Hallows Eve

I don't care what "Robert Sagel" thinks, Halloween is the worst night of the year. It's a lot harder to tell if somebody is going to try and shiv you with a knife when everybody's in fucking costume and not just proxies.

And when I finally manage to contact the guy I want, he wants to meet at a costume party. I mean, sure, he blends in with his leather and his sword, but I look like a homeless guy in a hoodie. Well, I am a homeless guy in a hoodie, but still.

So, some of you (imaginary) readers may think "Oh Ninja, you're incredibly witty, handsome, intellegent and you smell really really good. Why are you on a shitty island in Europe?"

See, when I was younger, I was stupid. Not "ambush a proxy bigger then me" stupid. "Fend off a group of proxies with a kitchen knife" stupid. I would have died several times during that period of time if a bunch of Runners didn't decide to let me tag along.

One of those guys didn't even need to be a Runner. He could "hide" himself from Slim Jim somehow. He could somehow mimic the effects of a perception filter. Proxies could find him fine, sure, but Slendy never seemed to bother him.

I need to find that guy. That was one thing he knew, he probably had plenty more secrets he kept from me. So I'm going to find him and ask him politely about, well, everything.

And if that doesn't work?

I'll say pretty please.