You were walking with some friends, deciding whether or not you should go to another bar, when one of them started messing with a guy in a suit. Since your friend was drunk, you didn't try to stop him. BIG mistake, by the way - cause the guy he messed with murdered both of your friends right then and there. You were horrified, frozen in fear as he pushed you to the floor, giving you a harsh glare

"Do I look a bit sickly? Like I'm not longed for this world? Do you fear for my life?"

He says, his voice just barely above a whisper, holding back an obvious amount of rage despite what he'd done