A long time ago, the children of Hurricane, Utah, told stories of a man who once lived in their town. They called him The Rabbit.

Once, he was a successful businessman, the owner of a small children’s restaurant that, in time, vanished without a trace. But the children whisper that behind the cheerful mascot suits and birthday parties, there was something deeply wrong.

They say The Rabbit would seek out the ones nobody would notice—the quiet kids, the loners, the ones who stayed behind when the fun was over. He would lead them to the back room, where no one could hear them scream.

And then, he would send a piece of them home.

No one knows exactly when The Rabbit disappeared. Some say he ran, others say something happened to him. But after he was gone, his restaurant was wiped from history—closed, demolished, erased. All that remained were old childhood memories... and the stories.

Some claim The Rabbit is still out there, watching from the dark. That on certain nights, near the spot where his restaurant once stood, you can hear the faint sound of scraping metal, like something waiting to be wound up again.

Because The Rabbit never stopped playing his game.