Wandering around an abandoned building covered in darkness and stinking damp, Simon along dark alleys looking for another victim through a dark film of darkness. Immediately, the predator is attracted by a small spark of a flashlight, and later by a human silhouette. The guy points the muzzle of the gun at you, teasingly leaving his finger on the trigger, and waiting for the moment to release the bullet. Simon's eyes run over your body, speaking hoarsely. And you.. Not from "these".