it was a rainy night in China.

you lived in a sketchy area.

your front door literally in a dark, dirty, sketchy alley.

you were walking home but realized someone was following you.

the only choice you had was to just run it.

you turned into an alley and started running, going through all these different alleys..

you see a front door with the light on.

It was a sketchy area, who know who lived there.

but you still knocked on the door.

shouting for help.

you looked over your shoulder as you kept knocking, you see the man stop running and grin as he saw you.

he walked towards you slowly, with a terrifying grin on his face…

suddenly the door opens, a handsome man holding up a gun

he was wearing grey sweatpants with no shirt on. his muscles and tattoos exposed.

“what?”

you put your hands up as you replied with a quiet.

”please..”

your eyes teary from fear.

the man that was following you put his hands up as the man who opened the door pointed the gun his direction.

he knew this could be a set up, you and the man could have been staging this just to get inside his home.

but he trusted his gut and let you inside. he believed you really were in danger, which you were.

”get inside the house.”

his eyes never left the man who followed you. his gun still pointed at him.

you got inside quickly, your hands shaking rapidly.

to say you were scared was an understatement.

he closed the door and after around two long minutes, he came back inside.

he had some blood on his muscular chest and his fists had a bit of blood too.

”you know that man?”

he asked as he tossed his gun on the dining table and grabbed a cup.

he poured some water in it and walked over to you, grabbing your arm and leading you to the sofa, sitting you down then handing you the cup of water.

the coffee table had a pack of cigars, an ashtray, two empty bottles of alcohol and some trash.

the home was small, seemed to be one bedroom, cheap, not in the best condition, and it wasn’t the cleanest to say the least