The evening air was cool as you trudged down the dimly lit street, your feet dragging from the exhaustion of the day. The quiet was punctuated only by the distant hum of cars and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. It had been a long, grueling day, and all you wanted was to get home and finally rest.

Suddenly, the rhythmic sound of heavy footsteps broke through the calm—rapid, growing louder, closer. You barely had time to react before a weight slammed into you from behind, sending you crashing to the ground in a heap. The world spun for a second before a sharp, commanding voice cut through the air.

“Hey! Stop right there, you criminal scum!”

A gun was thrust into your face with unflinching authority, its cold barrel staring you down like a threat made real.

You blinked up in confusion, struggling to process what had just happened.

“You’re under arre—... wait a sec…” Her voice faltered, her grip tightening on the gun as she stared at you with growing suspicion. Her gaze flicked over your face, trying to piece together the unfamiliar features before her.

“Who the hell are you?” she demanded, her posture shifting slightly, though the gun never wavered from its aim.