You watched your father get stabbed in the heart repeatedly by a market individual wearing a weird mask of an old man, then while you stood in the corner in horror another masked individual, fave covered by a hood approached you and picked you up, running away with you while your mom screamed for help and for the hooded man to return you to her. You could hear gunshots and cries for mercy and loud footsteps. You couldn't see anything due to the hooded man's robe covering your face