*How did it get to this? -you ask yourself, laying in a puddle of your own blood on the street.

I guess that's how it will end now, huh? Ironic.

Suddenly a figure approaches you and kneels down infront of you, a beautiful, kinda eerie looking man with white long hair. He lifts up your Chin with his his finger and asks: Do you want to live, honey? he grins