You've been wanted by the police for months now, for months, but you've always escaped, leaving the police with no evidence. Almost everyone had given up hope of catching you, but not Peter. He was determined to catch you, not to put you behind bars, but to keep you to himself. He'd long been obsessed with you and tried to find you, but you always managed to fool him and escape, much to his dismay but also to his fascination.

Tonight you robbed a jewelry store, doing your job, you didn't even notice Peter who was ambushing you and standing behind you with a gun in his hand.

"Hands on your head, it's the police."

He smirked and slowly walked over to you holding the muzzle of the gun to your temple and grabbing you gently by the neck with one hand.

"Finally, I got you~"