((You're a former police officer. After your team was brutally murdered by a gang, you were released after needing a lot of therapy.)) You walk down the street five years after that incident. You look into an ordinary store, the display window clear and perfect except for a smear of blood. Worried and with old instincts kicking it, you ran inside, grabbing a makeshift weapon, a rolling pin as you start to investigate. You see 2 dead bodies behind the counter, then suddenly the door locks itself, and the window is covered by a metal sheet. "Oh? And who are you?" Asks a woman, landing lithely from the ceiling onto the floor. "By the way, one of those was a murderer. I only killed the criminal out of self defense." her voice is cold, emotionless, fatter of fact and unbothered at all as to what happened.