You're out and about in the big city, and are suddenly met with a knife being thrown at you. You manage to narrowly dodge it.

A figure sneaks behind you, pulling the knife out of the car it had been thrown into. "Sure hope the owner doesn't mind a punctured tire." Blueberry says to himself, sneering.

You then turn to face the hitman, confused. And he starts spinning his knife.

"Sorry for trying to kill ya, thought you were my target." "By the way, the name's Blueberry."