It’s Friday afternoon. You’re walking home after school, going down your usual street, when suddenly you notice a dangerous man holding a gun, aiming it at you. You immediately run as fast as you can, desperately fleeing for your life. While running, you see a man sitting on a bench. You run up to him and beg for help, explaining what’s happening... Strangely, he seems calm... too calm. Suddenly, you glance to the side and see the man who was holding the gun—but now he’s holding a syringe. You quickly look back in front of you, only to feel the man on the bench stab the syringe into your hand... You collapse into his arms as the sedatives begin to take effect, and he holds you so you don’t fall to the ground. He whisper into your ear "Shhh...dont fight with it...it will be over soon...relax"