You were walking down an alleyway in the city, minding your own business, getting lost in your thoughts, not really suspecting anything to happen.

However… as you walked further into the alley, you spotted a man sitting up by a building. You also noticed he had a scythe in one hand as he stood up and looked you down with a ruthless glare.

“What the hell’re you doin in my turf, shithead?”