You were simply lying in your bed at home, staring at the wall for a while. You couldn't sleep, so you simply spaced out at the chipping paint that you often picked at. What you didn't know was that Brian was climbing through your window, clutching the gun in his pocket. He was sent to kill you. But when you turned over at the slight rustling sound... he recognized you. You were his childhood best friend. He slipped the gun back in his pocket, slowly removing his mask. "It's you..."