Cloaks, Daggers, Smoke and Mirrors

I remember that night well, the rain poured down heavily against my dark hair, further darkening it. Putting my hands into my pockets in a vain attempt to warm them I discovered something, a dagger, coated in blood.1

The dark claret almost covered the blades surface, leaving only a few glimmers of silvery steel peering through the crimson and darkness. In shock I dropped the weapon, it fell into the puddle of mud and water ahead of me. Hastily, I scooped down and collected it by it's handle, the cold water from the puddle stung against my bare flesh. The disturbed dirt in the water clouded even more, as the twilight grew thicker with each passing second.2

The sounds of sirens in the city behind me blared noisily searching for someone. Me. Honestly though, who wouldn't suspect me from killing them? They destroyed my whole life, took everything I had and as good as burnt it in front of my face. I didn't kill him though, he signed his own death warrant a long time ago. Me? Well, I'm just a scapegoat, aren't I?3

This is my story, but the question is: Are you a part of it?4

My name? Leo Angelesis.5

My motivation in life? To track down the bastard who framed me.6

My reasons for holding a dagger coated in blood? Well, that I don't know...7

Suddenly I hear footsteps disturbing a puddle about ten feet behind me. Grasping the dagger tightly while keeping it my pocket, I turn around and face the stranger. Just my luck he's already shot me with a tranquiliser and I'm being cuffed.8

Two hours later...9

I wake up in the police van, it's turned on it's side which makes me a bit suspicous. Looking down at the handcuffs I notice that they're already cut, as well as the shackles on my feet. I look around for a sign of a person spying on me, signs of a struggle, anything that could lead me to my saviour. As expected, nothing is there. The two escorting officers have their throats cut, instantly thinking that I've been hypnotised I check my pocket. The dagger's gone, it has my DNA on it as well as the victims blood. If the police have it then I'm surely in trouble. I move towards the back of the truck and give the door a solid kicking.10

One stubbed toe later...11

After nursing my foot, I realise that the door is still securely locked somehow and I need a way out of this situation fast. Looking to the front of the truck I see that the windshield is completely shattered and is clear of debris. Now I just have to clear that pesky metal grating and I'm outta here!12

How the hell do I do that?