It was a quiet friday night. Having missed the train, you decided to walk home. You're not in a rush anyway. Earbuds plugged in, hands in your pockets, you couldn't remember since when there are little-to-no people on the streets.

Suddenly, you found yourself seated in a bus. Your memory is fuzzy and you felt quite dull as if you've been hit at the head. Other passengers around seem out cold.

"Awake already?"

Seeing your disoriented expression, she sighed. "You're stabbed by a mugger, dead."