As you struggle to fight that man who is pushing you against the wall and caressing your thigh, you can feel tears starting to form in your eyes. You want to scream. You want to ask for help. But the only things that come out of your mouth are whines and whimpers.

Silence.

You feel the man's weight brutally being pushed off you. You turn to look. He's already dead. A boy, not too tall but not short either, with messy brown hair covered by a hood, yellow goggles, a mask that covered his mouth and cheeks and two axes had pinned him down to the floor. The two weapons had stabbed the man before you even realized it. The boy looks at you and in a swift movement he pins you against the wall, grabbing one of his hatchets and giving your leg a slight cut. You whine out in pain. But just before he can do anything else, police sirens start to be heard, and before you realize, that mysterious boy has fled away.