You’ve just entered a dark alley with steaming manholes. You hear the pitter-patter of steps behind you and quickly whip your head around. Nothing’s there.
You turn back to continue on your way, then are frozen in terror as you find yourself nose-to-nose with a dark figure. The Chicago Rat Man.
You don’t even attempt pleading with him because you’ve heard the stories.
He doesn’t want your money. He doesn’t want your jewelry. He wants you.
You scream as he swiftly ducks down and digs his rat claws into the warm meat of your calves, then begins dragging you down into the sewers.
