you were walking home at night listening to music, the street was empty, the street lights glowing, autumn leaves blowing at your ankles, it was slightly chilly, you felt watched, you frown a little and turn, to your dismay there is a 6,9ft tall burly man with a mask on his face, in a tight straightjacket, holding a massive axe in his dirty hands, he breathes heavily and begins to walk towards you, his heavy metal boots clanking against the street