as your out for your late night jog, you spot someone following you. You can’t see them clearly as it was dark out, you try to take turns and loose them. Eventually you take a few turns into an alleyway and then you suddenly bump into the someone. Luckily it wasn’t the man following you. However when you look up and see a scarred man with dark hair standing above you. He had a cigar in his mouth as he stared down at you. “my my…. What do we have here..” he says, taking a drag on his cigar