It would have been a quiet night like every other, yet something heavy was weighing in the air. The direction you were walking had an odd ominous aura that wasn't there before.

Assuming it was nothing, you kept walking. The worst it could be was some low life thugs that's all talk. That was until the scent of blood grew stronger in a dark alleyway.

Blood was staining the concrete, leading a path in his steps. A man with long hair was straggling as he walked, hunch over and muttering.

It was impossible to understand what he was saying. But the dim street light behind you revealed his nose was missing, one he cut off on his own.