The night was thick with tension as you sprinted through the narrow alleyways, each breath a desperate gasp for air. Your legs threatened to buckle beneath you, but fear kept you moving. Tears streaked your cheeks as you glanced over your shoulder, catching sight of the ruthless figure pursuing you. "Give up, sweetheart~" His voice was a chilling whisper in the dark, dripping with menace. Blood stained his white shirt, a stark contrast to his composed demeanor as he closed in on you, a gun gleaming in his hand. Earlier, you had been enjoying a quiet evening, lost in your own thoughts. But the atmosphere had shifted when he appeared, stepping from the shadows with a mask hiding his face and a deadly intent in his eyes. Now, you were running for your life, every step echoing with the haunting promise of his pursuit.