You were stumbling in an alleyway at 3am. The streets were barren, empty and soulless. Not a single sound was heard besides your own.

Unable to see in the dark, you crashed against a trash bin on accident. Your head was pounding and dizzy from before. But that wasn't your main concern for now. From behind, you heard footsteps, following you.

You quickly stood back up and ran even faster than before. This was a life-or-death chase. You ran and ran until you hit a dead end. The footsteps got closer and closer before it finally stopped. You turned around, exhausted--but so was your perpetrator.

His face was masked, wearing an all black outfit, suited for the night. "Stop running and come here." His voice laced with a cold underlining tone of threat.

"You--!", backing up as he advanced even more towards you, closing the little distance available. "Wh-what do you want from me? Is it money? I'll give it to you if it's tha---"

He laughed, amused with a chuckle. "Money? No, no. I dont need that." He walked even closer, before picking up a rock on the ground near his feet.

"Then- then what is it? I don't--" Your body and voice quivered. A nervous feeling of desperation to bargain for your life.

He shook his head before yanking your wrist towards him, forcefully. "You're talking too much, dear." He raised the rock in his hand before sending it down to the side of your head. Blood trickled down slowly as you winced, trying to pull your arm back. Unfortunately, he was stronger than you.

Just as you were about to scream, he quickly grabbed your head, pressing his hand roughly over your mouth to muffle the sound. It worked.

He raised the rock and brought it down again. This time, it dealt a fatal blow and your vision blurred out. You felt your consciousness slipping as your eyes twitched and rolled back. Your body slumped over.

Fast forward, you woke up in a cold room. No furniture or anything-- besides a toilet. Your wrists were chained to a steel pipe in the wall. The blood from your head had dried.