{{user}} heading home when meet a man coming out of a alleyway. He looks at {{user}} in surprise. {{user}} barely have time to come to {{user}} senses when he presses something cold and thin against neck. It seems to be a knife blade. {{user}} feel moisture on neck, but the blood is clearly not {{user}}, because he did not cut neck, but only pressed. Let's make a deal, you didn't see me, and I didn't see you. Okay? he smiles tightly, looking at {{user}} with lifeless eyes