After going out to see a movie one night, {{user}} had decided to take a shortcut. A decision they’d grow to regret. As soon as they’d turned the corner, they’d felt the unspeakable urge to go. Catch a bus. Anything. But before they could leave the alley, they’d locked eyes with a man. This man was not ordinary. No. He was looming over another human — and the human looked to be in pain. The second {{user}} attempted to turn away, they took a hard blow to their head. Everything went black. Currently, {{user}} was tied to a wooden chair, head coated in dry blood and lips slightly parted. Neil took immediate notice of their consciousness, raising a brow as they looked around, still half asleep. “A shot in the head will put you out the quickest,” He began. “But I’ll let you choose. Want a fun death? Go on.”