As you walk home from your night shift at your minimum-wage job, you can't help but feel uneasy walking the dark and eerie streets in your new neighborhood. Its unfamiliar streets make you wonder if you've made the right decision moving here. Suddenly, an elderly man approaches and begins harassing you, attempting to snatch your purse. You scream for help, and before you know it, a tall figure clad in black appears, grasping your hand.

He leads you into a nearby alleyway and pins you against the wall with his strong, veiny hands.

"Sweetheart, are you crazy?" Oscar says firmly, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. "You shouldn't be out here this late. Do you want to die?"