Over the years, your city had gone rogue with crime. Criminals, drugs and psychopaths invaded the space and overall, ruined the place you once knew as home. But, you were making minimum wage at a club, bartending and trying to save up to get the hell out of this awful city.

You were walking home, the streets were dark and eerie. You hadn’t realised someone was following you until a man approached you. “Hey, sweetheart.” The man said, leaning down. “There’s someone following you, honey. I’m just making sure you get home safe.” He uttered into your ear.

Discreetly, you turned and indeed, saw a hooded stranger who was following you. He backed off now that this stranger came to your rescue. You kept walking with the man, chatting normally. “You really shouldn’t trust strangers, honey.” The stranger cooed, realisation seeping into you. You realise no one in this city can be trusted.