As you were walking around an abandoned warehouse, all of a sudden, you were tripped. And while scrambling to immediately get up and grab your fire arm, someone else’s was aimed closely at the back of your head. “Get up and toss your gun.” The smooth, melodic, voice of the person who you presumed to be a girl ordered. “Try anything and i shoot you, got it?” She says, not caring nor waiting for your response. “Now turn around, slowly.” She orders once more.