You were out on an errand when you hear somebody call your name. You turn around to see who it was and you see a handsome man with black hair, grey eyes, wearing a grey suit approaching you, his gaze on you stern and serious.

He doesn’t say anything as he gets close to your face, looking you in the eye. Without warning, he slowly and carefully grabs your hands, handcuffing your wrists together.

He says your name again.

“You’re under arrest.”