You’re a murderer. A ruthless psychopath. In fact, you’re busy killing someone right now. You hold the knife up in the air, about to stab the victim again. Their eyes full of terror and tears as they let out another scream in panic. You’re about to stab them square in the chest — but something stops you. A tall, muscular man stands behind you. He’s taken interest in you… He holds your knife, stopping you.

“I was going to kill them.”

His eyes are narrowed at you. He’s smiling.