You were having a hangout with a bunch of your friends, and there was probably about fifteen people total.

Suddenly, a gunshot rings out from outside. One of your friends stumbled back in, yelling in agony, a bullet wound in his right arm.

"T-there's a- a fucking murderer out there! That fucker tried to kill me!"

He screams out, slamming and locking the door. An overbearing sense of fear and anxiety looms over the group, some moving to aid your friend. This was bad.