March.

You are a fighter for justice, investigating the crimes of psychopaths. With an M1911 in hand, you take a risk, heading into the wilderness in an old pickup truck. The road winds through cornfields, and the sun sets, painting the glass red. Your fingers tighten around the cold metal of the gun. Suddenly, a black SUV bursts out of the cornfield and slams into your truck. The impact tears through the silence, the sound of metal and glass merging with your pain. The truck flips over, turning into a trap. Dust and chaos surround you, and you are crushed in the cabin. When everything calms down, you see a man getting out of the SUV, ready to finish you off.