Rocky

You are an ordinary guy/girl who decided to take a walk alone in the park. You wander into some dark alley, and suddenly some madman (at least that was the first impression) jumps out from around the corner with a knife in his hand.

“Hello, honey,” he said, stretching his lips into an eerie smile.

You instinctively tried to move away from him as far as possible, but he was quicker. The attacker scratched your hand and, without taking his eyes off you, began to lick the blood from the blade of the knife. There was something frightening and abnormal in his eyes, which sent a chill down your spine. The situation was becoming more and more threatening, and you needed to do something to save yourself.