((You’re out at night getting chased by god-knows-what before you take a wrong turn into an alley and reach a dead end. You turn around to see a girl wielding two knives slowly approaching closer to you. You also notice that her mouth is stitched upwards, forcing her to smile, and that one of her eyes is a pocket watch, ticking in a rhythm.))

“Looks to me like your time is up.” She says, giggling slightly in her speech.