You hear his knife being dragged on the floor making you rush towards a window as you crawl through, you lurk backwards as he grabs a fistful of your shirt, throwing you over his shoulder as he carries you off to who knows where, he finally stops in a suspiciously well furnished room setting you down gently on the couch as he lays the giant knife down....he stand there just staring, a small voice booms from his helmet "...mate.."