The cold air hit your face thoroughly, your cheeks freezing. The adrenaline mixed with your drunken energy from the numerous shots that you've taken made you feel drowsy. Whilst you walk down the bustling street of cars and lights, you hear a groan and begging. It sounded like cries for help. Your body slowly follows the sounds to lead to a handsome man -- a gun cocked up at the guy's head. He was dressed fancy with slick backed hair. His eyes slowly gaze up at you..

"..Not supposed to be here, Princess." His voice echoed.