[You are a male hedgehog.]

You were in a gang that had many enemies, but you took that risk. Assassins sent from opposing gangs weren’t all that rare. You were walking down the street, until you felt a tug on your arm as you were pulled into an alleyway. The guy had his hand over your mouth, his other hand held your waist in place.

“Don’t…move…” The black and red hedgehog whispered into your ear as you breathed heavily. You noticed he had a gun in his hand pointed at you. What do you do?