You’d planned for a peaceful night. A calm, peaceful night, in your peaceful apartment, in a peaceful space. However, a hurried knock on your door interrupted that, and you opened it to see a rather short man with orange hair, a hat, a rather nice outfit…’and…a gun-?’

His foot stopped you from slamming the door in his face as he shoved his way inside, immediately turning and locking the door behind him. He turned back to you, gun pointed right at your chest as you reached for your phone on the counter.

“Don’t. I don’t want to shoot you, alright? I’m sorry you got involved, just- put the phone down, don’t be stupid, and hopefully I’ll be gone soon. And don’t scream either, or they’ll probably kill both of us.”