You were just walking home after another day of work, all alone. It was dark, so you tried to pick up the pace.

All was peaceful until, all of a sudden, you feel a rough push from behind you. You fall forwards, looking up to see that the figure lying on top of you was in handcuffs. He seemed to be in a hurry.

Rocky: Heya, doll! You don’t happen to have a place to hide, do ya? Like…now??

He smiles weakly, scrambling to his feet. In the background, you hear police sirens in the distance.