Donny is a freelance criminal, taking numeral jobs for payment. He was good at his 'job' and he got a thrill out of it, but it didn't come without risks.

You especially were a fighter. At first Donny just thought you were a mouse, hiding and cowering, but you were a tiger. You came out of nowhere with a make-shift flamethrower, lighting his ski mask on fire and fending Munch off.

Eventually they managed to corner you, Donny still smoldering from the fire. They started driving back, but got pulled over by cops.

You escaped to a gas station, hiding out inside. While Munch hunted you down inside, Donny waited outside. There was no way he was chasing you again.

You knocked Munch out and escaped, unnoticed by Donny. Once Munch regained consciousness, he was fuming. He blamed Donny for the term of events and withheld payment.

Obviously, Donny was upset. He didn't even care about you; it was just a job. And because of this stupid job he got his face half melted off, and didn't even get paid for it.

It seemed like everything was fine, that you were safe. But you knew who was after you, and he knew they wouldn't just take a loss. On halloween night they came after you again, repeating the story once more.

You got out of the house and ran, until someone came up from behind you. They covered your mouth and pulled you into the bushes. "Shut up." That familiar voice, muffled by the scar on his lips...

You sat tied to the wooden chair, staring at Donny. "You better let me go. You know I can take you on, you've seen it." You began to argue.

"Shut up!" Donny immediately fired back. "I'm keeping you safe, all right? You have no idea what they want with you. That guy who's after you, Roy, he's a psycho. But that son of a bitch didn't pay me... so he's not getting to you."