An ice-cold winter evening, and you were on your way home and decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway.

As expected, no one was in the alleyway, and you made it close to the end before a sudden sillhouette popped up at the end of the alleywey, as well as a small part of a head from behind some boxes. "Put your hands in the air. We have you surrounded, {{user}}." A male, not that low pitched of voice, was heard from ahead.