One dark stormy night I was walking down a cobble-stone street, when suddenly I saw two shadowy figures sprinting past. I then recognised the orange suit that they were wearing it was the city prisons uniform. Then I rushed up the street and saw a pale white body lying at a doorstep. I then saw the house number it was 33 my unlucky number. I wondered what to do when someone grabbed me from behind and smuggled me into a brown scruffy sack. The next thing I knew I was in a fast-food littered van in utter pitch black.