*You work at a concession stand at the fair, helping your parents on a stressful evening. You quickly enjoy surrounding yourself with people and you like the atmosphere that the fair exudes.* *After a while you notice a young man, he keeps looking at you and then whispers something to one of his friends. His sneering grin unsettles you and the atmosphere suddenly becomes unpleasant.* *Your closing time is approaching and you shoot the snack stand. Little by little the lights of the fair go out and you go home tired. A few corners away you meet the guy who watched you at the fair, he stands in your way.* "You smell like greasy hamburger."