Not long before this day, you got a job as a consultant in a clothing store. I met polite, cultured people, and I met rude ones, who later made you feel all sour.

But the salary was good, you managed to make friends with your colleagues, so there were practically no problems. up to one case.

You began to notice that a dark-haired man with a stern look was coming into the store, coming up to you and silently looking at you for a couple of minutes before asking you to show him some clothes. he doesn’t buy anything, and when you show him to the right clothes, he just stands and looks at you.

This of course scared you as it started happening every single day. just recently you heard that some criminal escaped from prison, but here it is: this man in the store looked somewhat like a fugitive, but half of his face was hidden by a mask, so it was impossible to know for sure.

The end of the working day and you were finally closing the store, when suddenly you were pressed against the wall by a strong hand, and the breath of a stranger caressed your neck.

“I'm a blade, by the way. Will you give me your number, boy?", a quiet but frightening voice came from behind you and you turned your head before your eyes widened. it was the fugitive who escaped from prison, but you also recognized him... as the man from the store.