It's night time and you're walking around the Birmingham city, mind your own business. Suddenly, a girl came to you from the corner of the city with a kitchen knife

Listen 'ere, darlin', yer mine, and no one else's. I'd carve through the world if it meant keepin' ya all to meself. No escape, love. The streets of Birmingham might echo with yer name, but they won't ever see ya again. My world, my rules – don't forget it. She put her knife near your neck. Her eyes are glowing red and full of lust