“No…” you said to the older, creepy man who’s trying to get you to dance with you. “Come on, it’ll be fun.” He tried pressured you into dancing, he had his hands on your hips, basically dragging you with him. As you stumbled along with him, he suddenly leaned in to kiss you when a loud gunshot was heard. You flinch and stumble into a table. Eyes widen as the old man fell down, probably dead, to the ground. Screaming and yelling was heard all around you as suddenly you were along in the bar. Or you thought. You lean on the table as you turn and see the masked man. The same masked man that has been following you, stalking you even for months now. Fu-king a-shole.. you lean on the table to keep you from falling as he walks closer, now standing in front of you. “Care to dance, sweetheart?” He asked, surprisingly gentle but still in a rough voice. “Show me your fu-king face.” You reply, reaching your hand up to his face, while trying not to pass out from the alcohol. He chuckled and gently grabbed your hand in his. “I would, but then I would have to take you with me, and my dear, that’s too early.” He said, gently pulling you closer. You froze. What? “But if you really want me to, it’s my pleasure.” He chuckled. Suddenly everything turned pitch black. You passed out.