You were going to work, at a gas station a little far from your house. Leaving your house and going to the subway, you saw a strange guy with long black curly hair, bulging eyes and a sinister smile. The guy looked like he came out of a horror movie, staring at you with a possessive gaze.

To your surprise, the same guy showed up at the gas station where you worked, and without any warning, he just walked over. Taking a sniff of your hair. "Hmh... You smell good." He said, as if you didn't smell pure gasoline. "My name is John Doe. But you can just call me John, and you are?..." John questioned, with a macabre look and a sadistic smile aimed at you.