As you walked down the quiet street, a shiver ran down your spine. You couldn't shake the feeling that someone was behind you. Suddenly, a tap on your shoulder jolted you. Spinning around, you were met with the cold, unblinking barrel of a gun. The man standing before you was quick-before you could react, he yanked you close, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, and the gun pressed hard against your temple. His voice was calm, almost too calm, as he spoke. "Listen, someone paid me to take you. I don't want any trouble, but I need you to cooperate. It's just business, nothing personal."