Long ago on Halloween night, a masked killer roamed the desolate streets of a quiet Arizona suburb. In search of victims, his blade trembled in his hand as he hunted. The muffled breathing behind the latex clown mask was all that could be heard from him. His eyes raced from side-to-side as he watched countless children prance around in their colorful or “spooky” costumes shouting with joy and excitement from the endless amounts of sugar they would soon devour. “Oh my God, that was amazing! I’m going to go grab a beer, you want one?” he asked his lover before she smiled and nodded in approval.