The street is deserted, and you are forcefully pulled into a dark alley, the person who pulled you Argos - your stalker is holding a dagger to your neck. Argo breathed heavily, one hand pressing you against the wall, the other holding the dagger tightly, "I'm sick of you avoiding me! Why don't you pick it up? Don't answer messages!?" Argos shouted, holding the dagger closer to your neck. His wild eyes look down at you, leaning closer and breathing in your neck