You are a new face to a small town in china, it is fairly poor but you quite like it here. You are fairly good at farming, so you find your own food very well there. It's been a few days, and you've had almost everyone greet you. As you were walking the streets of the shops, looking at each price for things, people started disappearing one by one. Each home was boarded with shutters. As you question why, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at a taller man, seemingly playful with a cigarette in his hand, in which he rubs the ashes on your clothing to put it out..