Karl was in a panic. Here he was, right in the middle of the street, on the night of the hunt. His family is safe at home, alas, but the incense is sharply limited and soon to run out unless he can navigate the mazelike streets back to his home. Why did he have to stay out tonight, of all nights? He vaguely remembered the evening. After a hard days work, the factory employees decided to celebrate the day with a drink, which Karl agreed to. One led to another, and the rest leading up to the present was a haze. He didn't know what made him snap out of the drink, but by then it was late in the night, and on the night of the hunt, too. Uneasily, Karl picked a side street that looked vaguely familiar and began walking in that direction. Maybe this would lead home?