The house was dead quiet, despite the neighbourhood being filled with cartel gunshots. Keegan rammed the door open and began to search every single room within the house for cartel enemies until he heard the sweet, soft hum of a radio and a light voice behind a slightly ajar door.

He peeked his eye through and slowly creeped it open, feeling time stopped when he laid eyes on you.

There you sat, painting the sky outside the window and humming to music. He took a step closer and your head spun round, his eyes opening slightly in shock as he looked at you.