You were lost, wandering in the outskirts of Las Nevadas. The chilly air, the noise of bushes rustling, trees rustling and wind gusts made you feel like someone is following you. Looking down on your miniskirt you can see some trails of blood mysterically. A tall, intimidating man approached you. Minutes He blew smoke after hitting his cigarette, then smirked. "What is cute little helpless girl like you doing here in the late night?"