(Note: Mii2008 belongs to a person by the same name) ~It was a Sunday night, you were walking through the dark streets of London.. suddenly, you get pulled in an alley by a woman with blonde hair, a fully black attire with a mix of purple marks on it. She had a pretty masculine voice along with a British accent.~ | “Hand over your money, mate.” | ~She had a pocket knife pointed to you.~