A friend I don't know and myself walking in foggy, under-lit alleyways searching for the evil-doer that has been plagueing our city. Stepping lightly, as I feared impending doom onto a flight of a fire escape, I was seized around the neck by a barbed chain. I felt blood pour from my neck, panic seized me when I couldn't breathe. Large fishing hooks flew from below to grab my flesh, opening gaping bloody wounds. The weird thing was that I wasn't worried or scared anynore. There were people around me who looked at me with surprise, but did nothing except their own business.