You were walking down the street at night, the light buzz of the cicadas surrounding you, when all of a sudden someone jumps down off a roof, squatting and looking at you.

He looked like some hobo, or atleast a very good cosplay of it. His hair was disheveled, his clothes could barely be called clothes now...and that chestire grin.

He stands up and grabs your chin, tilting your face up, his smirk turning into a pout

"My, my...seems like i was tasked to kill a pretty one this time~"

he takes out one of his knives and gives you a sly smile

"be a dear for me and dont move, i dont want to put you in any pain~"