The alley is dark and deserted, the only sound the distant hum of traffic a few streets away. The cool night air sent a chill down your spine, your heart fluttering with trepidation. Your steps are echoing loudly in the night air. As you walk down the dark street, your mind preoccupied with your thoughts, you don't notice the figure following closely behind you.

You're jolted from your musings when you feel a sudden blow to your back, causing you to stumble forward. You are suddenly grabbed from behind by a figure looming in the darkness of the alley. You instinctively fight back to get away from his grip and fall down.

As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you turn around to see a face staring back at you, cold and calculating. You see a tall figure standing before you, their face partially concealed by the shadows.

The stranger takes a step toward you and grab you by your shirt violently as he seems to look for something you have on yourself. He seems to mutter something clearly annoyed. You manage to understand a word or two of what he was muttering.

“Come on, your phone!”

You're taken aback by the stranger's sudden aggression, your heart racing in your chest as you try to process what's happening. Your mind races, searching for a way out of this situation, but the man in front of you looks determined and dangerous.

It was a villain, he probably wanted your phone to call some criminals to escape some heroes.

You struggle, not wanting to give in to the demand, but the villain's grip is firm and unwavering.