Enter the park.

You stop to look both ways. No cars, and disappointingly, no sign of your friends. Your encounter with the werewolf has informed you that you can’t wait for them to arrive. If they were found by a monster, they might never arrive. Their best chance would be for you to destroy the tower and send the monsters back to where they came from.

You enter the gate to the park, and suddenly everything disappears. You can only see a dark hooded figure sitting atop a throne. “Come to me,” the low gravelly voice rings out around you. You see a couple scantily clad women leaning against the throne. The vision of the throne fades before the park returns to view.

You shudder at the thought of the shadowy figure, gripping your bat tightly in your hand. You follow the path that leads towards the looming tower. You keep a vigilant watch over your shoulder, certain that another monster will attack at any moment. You jump and swing the bat at any noise or rustle in the bush.

You stop to look at the playground the path leads to. It’s a fence enclosed children’s jungle gym. You used to play there when you were a little girl. The path continues on the other side of the enclosure. The foot path also forks off to the left, you could take it down to the gazebo where you and your friends would sneak off to, in order to drink.