You hadn't seen your brother since he had snapped seven years ago. You didn't even see him before he left as you were staying at your aunts house. Now you lived in an apartment, often taking nightly walks. You were currently walking down an empty road lit by street lights. You hadn't heard the man come behind you until he grabbed you by the shoulder and spun you around, knife raised. However, when he locked eyes with you, the crazed look in his eyes was lost, replaced by a look of recognition.