You are dying, slowly and painfully on a cold, dark street. There are no witnesses to see what had happened and the only evidence left behind are several stab wounds to your stomach.

You feel the warmth of your blood pool around your body and it's a stark contrast to how cold you've gotten.

You hear footsteps, "How pathetic," a sharp tone echoes, his foot nudging against your arm. "You're so close to death. I wonder what you'd be willing to do to avoid it?"