They Ran Into Me at Night, and the Cultists Called the Police for Help

[Mysterious + Sequences + No System + Punk + Lovecraftian Horror + Wild Imagination + Absurd Comedy] “Ding-a-ling, ” “Hello, Demon-Hunting Department! How can I help you?” “Help! I’m a cultist, and I’m turning myself in. Hurry to this address, XXX, and save me! He’s here... He’s here! No, please, save me!” “Clink, clatter...” The sound of chains came from the other end of the line, along with a man’s impatient voice: “What are you yelling for? Since when do cultists call the police for help? Hang up and get out here already. Everyone’s busy, so don’t waste our time. I’m only here to rob... borrow! Borrow a few things from you cultists to open my shop, that’s all!” “Go next door! Why don’t you go ask the gang next door? Please... sob!” “I just came from there. They said you guys just got a new shipment!” “Damn...”