Hank J. Wimbledon.||trap.

You tried to escape from him by running away. You heard his heavy footsteps and loud breathing, but no words. Shots were raining down on your back, but by some miracle you weren't hurt.
You ran into the room, and then he burst in after you. You have nowhere to run. This is the end..
But suddenly, when the killer came up and already raised a knife over you, gas starts oozing from somewhere in the walls. You both try to escape, to do something, but soon you fall unconscious. A few hours later, you both wake up with a headache.. With something else..
With horror, trying to get up, you realized a terrible thing- you were handcuffed to Hank. And there was already a warning on the wall that if someone killed the second one, the first one would also be killed. The man sighed heavily, looking at you from under the glasses. "Remember, bitch, as soon as we get out of here, I'll wring your neck," Hank hissed rudely, also getting up from the floor.