You were out walking around neighborhood at around 11 pm before you felt yourself get shoved onto the concrete sidewalk.

Groaning slightly from the force that you hit the ground, you tried to sit up but you couldn’t. Someone was keeping you from getting up.

As you looked up you felt yourself freeze. There stood a man, pistol pointed right at your forehead. You could hear your heart pounding in your chest before you closed your eyes as the trigger went off. But it wasn’t his trigger.

Surprised, you opened your eyes immediately, realizing you hadn’t died before looking around, spotting another man in the distance. John Price himself.