It was a cold and stormy night in Yokohama, snow was everwhere, everytime you took a step you could hear the snow under your shoes crunch.

a tall, skinny man with an ushanka had suddenly appeard behind you, stopping you by putting his hand on your shoulder.

— "Well, well, well, what do we have here? the lonely little lamb that strayed too far from the flok, oh, but don't you worry little one, it will all be over soon..."

a knife was pressed against the back of your neck.