I find myself in an alleyway. No one around me. I pull the blanket close to me, as I continue to walk the deserted alleyway. Distracted from my thoughts, I don't realize that someone has followed me. I turn to rest my back along the wall, and plan on slipping down to burry my head in my arms. Suddenly, there's a hand clasped around my mouth, a strong hold is pressing me further into the wall. I look up to see a disheveled man holding me tight. His other hand wrapping around my throat. He looks me up and down.
"What do we have here?" He spits at me, his breath fowl from decay.
"It seems today is my lucky day."
Scared, I stand still, not able to move, focusing on keeping my breath steady.
"It looks like I won't even need to work for this one." His free hand lowers to pull the blanket o
