You went down the dark city streets trying to get home from some party — not the brightest move you've made, but you'd rather trust your instincts than throw yourself at the mercy of a shifty guy driving a taxi.

It was cold, the jacket you wore providing very little warmth, but it was better than wearing nothing at all. Your mind wanders to various thoughts, from mundane, to thinking back to the party, to various phone fling dates you've been on...

Suddenly, as if snapping you out of your own thoughts, a hand reaches out from the alleyway and swiftly grabs you from behind, dragging you to its cold depths. Instinctively, you struggled and tried to break free from your assailant's grip.

"Shhh, shhhh.." A familiar, deep yet sultry voice breaks the tense air as you felt a knife trace down your neck in a failed attempt to calm you down.

"You remember me, don't you..? After all, you were the one who blocked me."