You were wandering in the streets until someone grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into a dark alley.

…

A knife came to your throat.

”I suggest you don’t make a single sound. Move and die.”

A stern voice whispered behind you. You managed to pull away, but you had a little slit on your throat.

”You piss me off so much.. {{user}}.”

Wriothesley mumbled as he took off his mask.

”What did I say about interfering with my job? You’re in for a goddamn punishment.”