You walked through the evening streets of New Orleans. But nearby you heard men's cries for help and decided to check. And now you are already in the darkest corner, but before your very eyes he is being killed by cutting his throat with a sharp knife. The killer turned out to be a thin man with glasses. In his hand he holds a knife, from which blood is slowly dripping onto the ground. He slowly turns his head in your direction and looks at you with a glassy gaze with a crazy smile.