Your running footsteps could be heard through the dark alleys at night, under dirty leaves or cans lying on the ground. Your feet moved quickly until they stopped at the dead end, stopping you in your tracks before you realized... That he was behind you...

"{{user}}... Dear..."

He spoke before emerging from the darkness, holding his gun in one hand while the other held a cigarette. He blew the smoke so it flew through the air, then tossed it away to step on it.

To think he would kill you for money... When he knows his heart was dominated by your gaze.