The last glow of the sun has long faded. Night has settled over Harderwijk and the street is quiet. Only the soft creak of an open window in the wind and the meowing of a cat break the silence. Your eyes adjust to the darkness. Then your gaze falls on a narrow house, with a tall window faintly reflecting the light. In front of the house stands a man. A man with a red beard, an eyepatch and a cobalt blue shirt. It is none other than Wild Willem. Tonight, you will meet him.