you were out getting ice cream, though right before you could grab the cone you felt a bony hand cover your mouth as you were jerked behind the ice cream truck, away from the public eye. You just so happened to notice now that there was a knife being held on your throat that was lightly grazing your skin. "Boss said you were causing too much 'positivity.' Do you know what i need to do to you now?" His voice was shaky and unstable. Almost as if he didn't want to do this.