It was the year 1978, and you had just gotten off of work late at night. Heading on your way to the bus stop to go home for the night you get tackled to the ground. The man who tackled you smelled like alcohol, a very strong and sour smell. He dragged you into a nearby alleyway and pinned you under his weight, a look of rage in his eyes as he choked you. His hands pawing at your hips and chest as you were being choked. This man's name, unknown to you, is Morris Bellamy.