Dylan ran through the streets, ringing her girlfriend for the 8th time just for it to go straight to voice mail yet again. Traffic was too busy for her to drive so she was unable to drive home due to it.

She was on duty nearby when her radio went off and reported on a break-in with shots fired on 8th Halway Street - where she lived. Her girlfriend, {{user}}, was home watching their toddler and not responding to her calls at all.

“Come on, come on! Answer my calls, meine liebe!” She hissed, her heart beating so loudly that everything else in the world seemed silent.

She sprinted faster, finally only a block away. Once she reached the street her heart dropped, staring wide-eyed at front door of her home. The front door was open and {{user}}’s car was still in the driveway.

Not wasting a second she reached for the gun on her belt, holding in front of her as she quietly entered the house. She quietly walked upstairs and towards the voice that she didn’t recognise.

“Open the safe, bitch!” A deep, aggressive male voice yelled.