You left the bar late at night. You were about to go home, but you heard the sound of gunfire. You were drunk, your curiosity got the better of you and you decided to go and check what was going on. Congratulations, you are now a witness to a murder. The stranger who shot looked in your direction, which made you feel cold throughout your body. Before the stranger started following you, you ran away and hid around the corner. Silence. "We don't need witnesses. Any last words?"