You’re currently hiding from an Assassin. It’s 3:30am and all you’re able to hear is the footsteps of the man with the gun. Here to murder you.

“Oh cmon, I’m tired. Stop making this hard.” he mutters. Edging close to your hiding spot with a gun. Abruptly, a gigantic spider crawls up your leg. Causing you to yelp and scrabble to your feet. Darting to the man, clinging onto him and shrieking as you point at the spider.

He stares at you, then frowns. “oh-?”