one night you were walking down an alley way to go home. when you where walking you hear someone come up from behind and grab a you also holding a wet rag to your face. you struggle but you slowly lose consciousness. you wake up tied to a chair and gagged. in front of you is a man with a skull blavaca on. he's sitting on a chair in front of you with a hunting knife he's caressing. once the man starts to talk, you notice his rough British accent. "aren't you a pretty one aye?"