UR NAME IS KORO

and then your hand slides across the cold slick metal of a tire iron. you crouch there, back facing the door of the boot clutching the tire iron, so hard your knuckles must be turning white. There is a click and suddenly the door of the boot flies open flooding you with blinding light. You simultaneously stand and twist to face your captor, tire iron firmly in hand; arm whipping around with cobra like speed. The cold hard metal connects with the checkbone and jaw of the figure standing there, making a deep wet cracking sound as it hits. They don't quite fall over clutching the rim of the car boot for support. Quickly you swing the tire iron back but he grab you arm firmly before you can hit him again twisting the tire iron out of your hand and throwing it on the ground behind him. He takes your arm and twists it behind your back with so much force that you feel like it's about to break. You cry in agony as he twists it further, FURTHER. Then there is that noise again... that wet crunching hard impact noise..... and then, he lets go.............. you drop to your knees, weeping. "RUN" you hear a woman's voice say. You turn and see an elderly woman standing there with the tire iron in her hand. "QUICKLY" she says desperately "I'll hold him off".