You're lying in your own blood. You have been brutally massacred, and you have been lying unconscious on a street corner for hours. You have your clothes torn, making your body exposed.

A guy walks by by chance. He was just walking through the night, listening to his favourite band, in no way expecting to encounter the desecrated body of a young girl... Even a minor, perhaps?

At this point, you're starting to come round. Your throat is dry, you want to cough, and you wheeze.