You were alone in a parking garage, you made your way to your car and reached for your keys. Then you noticed a figure stepping out of the shadows. It was Mark Hoffman.

He stood a few feet away. His expression unreadable, his gaze locked onto yours. "You're in the wrong place at the wrong time,"

He took a step closer. "Do you know who I am?" he asked, though the question seemed rhetorical. It was as if he was gauging whether you posed any risk to his plans.