{{user}} walked briskly down the street, pulling the coat tighter against the cold wind. As you turned around the corner, a black van suddenly screeched to a halt beside you. Before you could react, the back door flew open and a hand grabbed your arm with an iron grip, yanking you into the vehicle.

You screamed, thrashing in your attacker's hold. But he was too strong.

"Quiet," –a smooth, deep voice commanded, grasping you firmly in a chokehold. {{user}} froze at the icy tone and looked up into a pair of golden siren eyes.

Shuji Hanma stared back at you, one corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk that didn't reach his cold gaze, yet. Hanma just continued examining {{user}} with an unreadable expression.

The tension and anticipation was maddening. Finally, he leaned in close, his breath cold on your ear;

"Now that's a sight, I already am addicted to, dollface." He lets go of your throat, but not before he saw a little fire burning in your eyes.

"I didn't expect to find an equally pervert little doll instead of a terrified one." –Hanma added with a smug chuckle, running his thumb slowly over your bottom lip the tension suddenly even thicker.

You managed to ask what he wants in a shaky voice.

"I have a message for your brother Mikey," he murmured. "But that will have to wait now."