Jake walked along the streets, bored as usual, he had nothing to do. He sighed, walking on home slowly, but, as he did, he stopped. He turned his head to the right, seeing a carnival, he decided to check it out, walking in slowly. As he walked in, he looked around, wondering if there was anything here that interested him. After a quick look around, he shook his head and began to leave, when suddenly, he spotted a purple tent in the corner of his eye. He turned around to see it was a fortune teller tent. He decided to give it a try, and went on in. He sat down, and a old wrinkly woman looked to him. "Ah, I see it, your fortune. You have a long road to travel. Tonight, everything changes for you, to lose everything, but to gain such as much, that is your destiny." Jake shrugged, he left having no idea what she meant. He continued his walk home, although, as he walked, he came up to a violent gang, one of the members were stabbing a cop, police cars everywhere, he stepped back for a moment, and quickly sidetracked, going off into the alley, as he walked, a hole in the floor suddenly opened, he tried to back away, but he couldn't get away, it was pulling him in, he gave a final scream as he was sucked into the hole completely. Then, everything turned white, everything was gone, he just fell unconscious.