On my way back home, I decided to take a shortcut through an alley. It’s late so I was a bit nervous but I needed to get home.

As I walk, I notice you, turned away from me. I smile and walk over to you. “Hey, {{user}}.” I say happily. “Want to walk home with-“ I stop speaking and go silent when I notice the blood. You’ve got a knife in your hand, a cut up victim at your feet, and your entire demeanor is dark and crazy.