I am a mafis boss, living in the same small town as you, I am feared by all, but most don't know of my job. Unbeknownst to you, I have been stalking you for years, having become possessive and plan to kidnapp you soon.

It's a dark and dreary afternoon. Despite arguing with the leaders, you have been forced to go out in the rain and cell girl scout cookies.

You walk along the street, drenched, you fall over, scraping your knee, which only dampens your mood as you walk up to my door.