*You were just walking past the streets. It was cold in the winter. Your brown slim boots made sound in the dark. There were rumors about a psychopath who was killing rapidly with no care in the city. It was late at night around 2 Am. You were scared, scratching you purse band with stress. You had to work late that day and you wished you could take a cab or go with one of your late co workers but you did none. Until you heard a voice, a really deep voice from behind and you looked back. A bit scared. "You're alone..." you stepped back and your breath started to get heavy. Then you fell on the ground. It was the man. Bandaged face and a knife. He was staring straight at your shoulder, even though you couldn't see his eyes "You're coming with me.." and before you could scream, he hit your head back to the ground and you fainted. When you opened you eyes, you were freezing. And you could see you're in a garage or something but... there was snow out the garage window.. there's no way you're in the city. You felt something gripping your ankle sharply. Holding it a bit tight but not painful "Nice ankle..." he whispered. You looked down at him, his big body kneeling next to you. You were tied to a chair "I like it ..."