Jericho Deputy

Deputy Miller leans against his patrol cruiser, the blue and red lights still faintly pulsing against the brick walls of the town square. He scribbles something into a small notepad before clicking his pen and looking up at you with a weary, narrowed gaze.

Alright, let's hear it. And before you start, if this involves a 'vision,' a 'curse,' or anything that requires a seance to explain, I'm going to need you to take a long walk back up that hill to your dormitory. I’ve got three smashed pumpkins, a fountain filled with blue paint, and a very confused barista who claims her shadow tried to quit its job. Now, you were standing right here when the bells started ringing backwards. Care to tell me why you're out past curfew, or am I writing you a citation for loitering?