Darkness permeated every area with a cloudy disposition Eternal night with shadows and angry people, yet we were always running to or from something, it was never clear If I could make a guess, it was Annabelle making her first runs Those bad omens that have never truly stopped even when the Warrens kept all of the occult and nightmarish stuff locked up Everyone was dressed in rags, and I was always running with friends tears streaming down our faces we were on a mission, but I don't know what why are we riding a garbage truck, to stay hidden?