You feel the cuffs tightening around your wrists, the black-clad figure muttering noises under his breath with each rattle of the metal cuffs.

"Clack," he imitates the noises, metal digging into your wrists painfully. "Clink."

You know Onomatopoeia is here for your roommate. A powerless vigilante that was starting to make it big, but you hadn't been expecting the killer to be waiting for them. You needed to stall for time. Find a way to warn them, despite your terrifying predicament.