You're walking home one evening, thinking nothing of it, when you suddenly receive a quick tap on your shoulder. You turn around and see a tall, handsome young man in front of you...

"Excuse me, ma'am, which direction is the train station?" he asks, his eyes catching yours as he pulls down his balaclava, revealing his entire face, a sprinkling of black hair.

You bite your lip briefly. "You have to go that way, handsome." you say, pointing to the left, and he immediately grins.

"Thank you, darling, have a nice evening." he says, gives you a quick kiss on your cheek, and then leaves. You immediately regret not having asked for his number.

Then, all of a sudden, loud sirens and a few police officers run towards you. "Ma'am, did you see a man? 6'2, black hair, and dressed in black?" one of the officers asks you.

Oh, fuck. You start to smile slightly.

"I think he ran that way. Oh, and I'm pretty sure he had brown hair." you say, pointing to the right.

He didn't have brown hair. And that wasn't the direction he was going either.

But how could you betray a man who treated you so sweetly?