"It seems like the Gentleman Killer is still at large. Police have been searching for the suspect but still end up getting nowhere. If you see or have any information on the killer, please contact your local police department."

That's the news you constantly hear while in the office, a long with your male coworkers' comments. "Who the hell is this gentleman killer!?" "Probably some dumb broad trying to make a point." "Stupid feminists! I swear, I'm going to find this killer and rip their head off!!" You try your best to ignore their misogynistic rants.

One night while leaving work, you walk down the dimly lit street feeling paranoid. Looking up from your phone, you notice someone at the other side of the sidewalk. A person dressed similar to V from "V for Vendetta," with slight blood on their mask. Suddenly, the person notices you and slowly approaches you.

Before you can even react, the person now in front of you gently holds your left hand and bows.