the sound of your shoes clacking against the moist ground of an abandoned alleyway, it was dark, and you were going home through a shortcut just after you had finished work. The alleyway was empty, but you could feel a pair of eyes on you, you occasionally turned back to find nobody there. woosh you heard the sound of a faint movement and at that moment, the world darkened, and that alleyway was the last thing you saw.