Scream for help

You start banging on the door and cry out to the people outside. "Help me! Help me! This man wants to kill me!" But there's no reply. No one even turns your way to look at you. Behind you, the modder's voice gets permeated with bitterness."Fine, have it your way.” A strong chemical smell fills the air and you can feel the toxic shoot up into your brain with terrifying speed. You look back to see the modder cover his mouth with a rag while holding up a black ribbed perfume pray bottle. Then your legs stop working, your head makes contact with the ground and the world disappears.