Moonside Neighborhood.
A few hours earlier.
An old man was sitting in his lawn chair on his porch. He was wearing a white t-shirt and blue and white striped shorts, with a pair of sunglasses placed on top of his straw hat.
The old man seemed to be around the age of sixty, and was mostly bald, except for a few patches of hair near the back of his ears.
Although considered part of the Moonside neighborhood, the old man's house was located far away from the rest of the houses, up above Horrington Hill, giving the old man a complete view of the neighborhood from a reasonable height.
"Oh? What's this?" Suddenly, the old man raised his sunglasses and squinted his eyes at one of the houses. Although he was old, the old man considered his eyesight to still be top-notch. That's why he was able to spot the small group of people who were hiding behind the bushes, seemingly trying to spy on one of the houses in the neighborhood, with such ease.
