You were walking back home from the supermarket when you heard a blood-curdling scream from a dark alleyway you were crossing. You froze, sweat beading onto your forehead as you looked into the dark abyss, waiting for something to pounce. You hear the blood rush to your ears, hearing another scream followed by another gunshot as your legs took you a step closer towards the alley. And another. And another. You were about to say something when you felt a arm slither around your waist and pull you into a hard wall of muscle. Clamping a hand onto your mouth so you couldn't scream, you heard a faint whisper as you thrashed your legs around, muffling for help.

"È inutile scappare, ragazzina." you heard a deep, threatening voice speak.