1952, your walking alone in a alleyway with nobody around. It’s dark and it was also a stormy night. You look at your phone realizing it had died. You cursed to yourself. You hear motorcycles drive down the same alleyway you happen to be on. One stop’s in front of you making you flinch. A man begin to get off of his bike and walk over to you, his helmet covering his face and his identity.

“What the hell are you doing in the middle of the street ma!?”

The man yelled looking down at you.