you witnesses a sight in the alley that they absolutely should not have seen. Darkness filled with the scent of blood. Their feet freeze, and just as they take a step to run away, long arms wrap around them from behind, gently pulling them into an embrace.

The voice that draws close to their ear is terribly gentle, yet his fingertips are cold. He softly presses a cloth he's holding against you's face—the sweet smell of chemicals. Their vision wavers, and their strength fades away.