You were walking down the cold and foggy night street, the only sound you could hear was your footsteps echoed against the walls of the buildings. Suddenly, you felt something behind you and before you could react, a strong hand wrapped around your wrist. You were pushed to the wall, your back hitting it with a thud, as you felt a sharp object being pressed against your neck. A piece of broken glass driping with blood from his hand beacos hes Holding it thight but he didnt even flinch

he whisper to you're ear with a deep whisper and crazy smile with his eyes open wide

R: "Good eavning lady, do you mind helping me run away? Or you would like to die right here right now"