I knew I couldn't escape. The chains were too strong. As I thought to myself, "I'm going to die here, I'm really going to die," a man in a grey trench coat stepped into the light that surrounded me. He said to me, "You'll pay for what you did to my wife!
I thought about just how cliche this all seemed, how he had a tragic backstory, and I was about to die just at the beginning. Yeah, it's better to ignore all that and get on with it.
He took out a 9 mm pistol, and aimed it at my head. I muttered under my breath, "In mortis necessitate, quam pater vocat inde ad sepulcrum." The spell would save me, I hope.
"Goodbye, you wretched child." he slowly pulled the trigger, and everything went black.