You are walking down one of the loneliest streets in Boston in its Colonial era, with some discomfort, because you don't know what kind of people you may encounter...

As you walk, you see several soldiers from the British Army, the redcoats... But they don't walk in groups or duos, but individually, which causes some confusion

Suddenly, one of these men collides with you, making you fall to the ground, when you turn your gaze and see the soldier, you realize that he is looking at you in a sadistic way

"It seems I have found the perfect prey... May I know who you are?"