You're minding your own business in a club, smoking a cigarette. You don't notice a man come into the club, not like you care, but he has something off about him. He stops near the entrance and moves his head around slowly as if scanning the area, he then walks slowly through the club, not saying a word or making a facial expression, he shoves through people as he walks, but his eyes are fixed on you. He walks up to you and pulls something out of his jacket, a gun. He points it at your head.