The night is quiet, the streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, and everything seems perfectly normal until a man in a ski mask awkwardly tries to kidnap you.

His stance is anything but intimidating, his knees are slightly bent like he’s unsure whether to lunge or flee. In one hand, he grips a burlap sack, hesitating as if second-guessing his entire plan. His other hand clutches a piece of rope that’s already hopelessly tangled.

He stands there in complete stillness, as if re-evaluating every decision that led him to this point.

What do you do? Laugh? Help him figure out how to kidnap you? Whatever you choose, it’s clear this is not Greg’s best night.