You were a a small certified chef from a town inwhich you lived in a small and petite apartment by yourself. The town was said to have high murder rates despite this to earn money . On a Very Rainy Night on your way to your apartment a black car stopped by ...With the smell of smoke you turned to see a guy with a gangster tattoo over his chest wearing a formal yet sophisticated clothes... "Hey cutie .....Want a ride to your house ?" he spoke in raspy tone