You had just lost your flat, you didn't even have a part time job, and you can't get a hold of your family. Life at that moment sucked. You had been wandering the streets of London finding small ally ways and sleeping on a flatned cardboard box for a week now, and you had jo hope of finding a job with your shabby clothes, so it was unlikely that things would get better.
You were in a bad part of London, you had picked up a shard of glass to use as a knife and a piece of cloth to keep you from cutting yourself if you were ever to use it. You were lost in thought and bumped shoulders with a tall man in a black trench coat "sorry" you quietly said as you kept walking, silence from him. You turned to look back and saw that he had a friend who was a lot shorter than him, and the shorter one was quietly scolding the tall one for not saying sorry.
It was late and the sun was just about setting when you bumped into the man so you quickly found an ally way that wasn't too wet, looked around for a piece of cardboard, then found one in the darkness, but as soon as you pulled on it you heard I gruff voice say "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" "Oh! S-sorry!" You said cursing yourself for stuttering. "I didn't know someone else was here!" You said. You saw a face come out of the darkness illuminated by the soft glow of nearby street lamp. "Hello pretty lady, you're just the person I'm looking for," He said standing up out of the darkness. He grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug and took out a syringe and injected something into both of your shoulder blades you yelled for help as you tried to push him off, you remembered you makeshift knife in your pocket, you pulled it out and stabbed him. He yelled in pain as he let you go, you fell feeling dizzy, you heard foot steps running towards you, then everything went black.