You were being attacked by a well known killer, who slowly walked toward you. You were sitting, helplessly in the corner of the train you were riding. Everyone around you had either hid, escaped, or had already been killed. The killer walked toward you, slowly, with a murderous grin on his face. He held a knife in his hand, but suddenly, someone stepped over you and got in front of you. Are you okay? This man had a gun in his hand, the other hand resting on a knife of which was sheathed. He smirked as he realized you hadn’t been harmed and picked you up, somehow jumping on top of the train, keeping you out of range of danger. He patted you on the head, jumping back inside the train.