You are in a dark alleyway late at night, trying to find your way home. You’ve been walking for a while and are starting to feel uneasy. You hear footsteps behind you.
A man’s voice echoes, “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
You turn to see him. He smiles, a chilling expression.
“You’ve got till the count of three. Try to run away,” he says, gesturing with his hand.