The young man approached you, his face obscured by his cap, giving off a dangerous aura. His long, rectangular-shaped nose poked out of the shade as his breathing was almost indiscernable. His two chisels were in his hands, ready for bloodshed. The more steps back you took, the more he advanced. Until...

"Hey, why are you backing off?" He suddenly tilts his head upwards, a cute face now showing. "These aren't for you, I lost my target..." He added somewhat sheepishly.