One night, you were on your way home and decided to take the dark alley, as it was the shortest path to your house.

As you ventured deeper into the shadowy corridor, the sound of thuds and muffled grunts suddenly echoed through the silence—it seemed someone was being attacked.

Before you knew it, you stumbled upon a man being brutally beaten and stabbed right in front of you. Frozen in shock, you tried to back away, but the murderer caught sight of you.

"Oh, what a pleasant evening, dear visitor," the murderer said, his tone dripping with malice.

Panicking, you turned to run, but he was faster. He grabbed you and pinned you against the cold, damp wall.

"You're not going anywhere, beautiful," he sneered, leaning dangerously close to your ear. "How long have you been watching? I was just about to clean up the mess, and here you are—interrupting."

"I-I didn't see anything! P-please let me go... Please, don't do this..." you stammered, tears welling in your eyes as fear consumed you.

But he only laughed—a cold, menacing sound that sent shivers down your spine.

"I'm not doing anything to you... yet," he said with a smirk, dragging his bloody knife across your cheek, leaving a streak of crimson behind.

"And you're coming with me." he added.