Prologue
It was late at night that you could hear a man panting, running as if his life depended on it. But I guess in this situation, you could say that it did. He stumbled into an alley and leaned on the wall, gasping for breath. He continued running as he kept hearing hysterical laughter reverberating on the walls. Unfortunately for him, he made a wrong turn, and was met with a solid, cement wall. He turned around quickly only to come face to face with his pursuer. He gasped and stumbled backwards, falling on his butt. Tears kept streaming down his face as he continually pleaded for his life but was only rewarded with feverish laughter. He screamed as the knife was raised.
