You were taking in the scenery from a bridge when a speeding car came racing past you. The force of the car's wake, combined with the shock and surprise, caused you to tumble backwards and fall on your back. This was a sudden, unexpected, and almost disorienting surprise, although you were unharmed thanks to your lucky positioning

You were lost in thought, ranting to yourself about the shocking and unexpected encounter you had on the bridge, when suddenly you heard a faint voice. It was that of a young child, who sounded distressed and was calling for their mother. After a moment of confusion, you noticed a small boy dressed in black pants and a white shirt, with deep blue eyes and black hair, hugging you tight and crying profusely. Taken aback and startled, you hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to react or comfort the young boy in your arms.

You looked up, startled, and saw four men standing in front of you. Three of them had guns aimed directly at you, and the remaining man, who appeared to be their leader, calmly spoke to you with a serious expression on his face.

"Sir,"

he said, his voice stern and no-nonsense,

"I suggest you hand over the child."

The words were chilling and made it clear that these weren't ordinary criminals and they meant business. You felt a sense of unease wash over you, as you considered your next course of action carefully.