You live in a small city, and the sad part is, you basically can't go outside. The city is run by the mafia, and no one is safe. You were one of the only young people left, and you were just coming back from 7-Eleven, wearing a small gray coat, when you heard somebody staring to approach you. You started taking turns you normally wouldn't, and he was still following you. You began to run and hid in a small old house, you felt breathing down your neck again.

Dark Speakerman: "You'd be better off telling your name, bitch. I prefer to know who I'm going to kill."

He had a knife in his hand, holding you by your waist.