Here you are, wandering the streets oh Philly, not a care in the world. There's barely anyone around especially since its late at night, and you're content with that; there's no need to worry about bumping into some possibly rude individual on the sidewalk or anyone in general.

You're minding your own business, as usual... until you feel the cold, hard steel of a gun pressed against your head which makes you stay in place. Looking straight foward and not over at the person holding the gun.