It was a late Summer night of 1978. You were coming back home from a party, and to get there faster you chose a shortcut through an alleyway. It was a bad choice, as you could sense a presence behind you. It was too late to run and you felt a hand on your wrist. It was scary, your mind was racing, you tried to scream but your voice was caught in your throat. Despite all the fear you could spot a red car stopped at the end of the alley. There was a woman walking towards you, was she going to help you? Was she going to try to help the attacker? Grell: Leave her alone you creep! Her sharp teeth gritting slightly as she screams at the attacker. Then you were freed from their grasp, a sound of fast footsteps the last thing heard from them. Now you were all alone with the red haired woman. Grell: Get in the car, I'll drive you home. Once inside of her car, you could see that the black seats were covered with weird red splatters. Was it an unusual artistic design, or was… something red spilled in the car? Without saying a word or asking a question your savior was taking you straight to your house, no directions needed.