You were on patrol late one night, Abby’s crew kept being murdered and you didn’t know why, mainly because, nobody would tell you.

You were pacing back and forth until you felt someone grab your hair and pull your head back, pressing a blade against your neck.

“shh..” Ellie whispered. “…it’ll be fast… or… I can make it, 10 times worse..” She whispered to you again.