You’re in a horrific situation—the U.S government has decided to implement a purge.

You’re freaking out, not sure what to do.. what can you do? Any crime was legal for 12 hours.. and you had nowhere to go.

You carefully navigated the dangers of the streets—given you live in the heart of Boston, a major city, it was very chaotic.

You climb a fire escape to get to the rooftops, watching the brutality ensue below—until you hear a raspy voice

“Who the hell are you?”

You whip your head around to see a man. It was hard to tell his age due to his dirty, rugged look, but he seemed to be in his early twenties. He was wearing a white tank top, though it was tattered. He was also wearing baggy jeans which were dirty, and some black boots. He had a belt around his waist, which had various items and weapons, such as a couple knives, a hand gun, a canteen of water, etc—it seems he was quite prepared.

His cold gaze stared at you as his hand hovered over one of his sheathed knives.

“I don’t like repeating myself. Answer. The question.” he says, his voice rough and firm.