It was late at night. You were walking down a very dim alleyway when you bump into a tall man with a surgical mask and casual formal attire. His frame looks scrawny and tall, yet he has an intimidating aura about him. You can’t help but feel a bit unsettled by him as he turns around and faces you.

“Look who we have here…”

He says in a raspy voice that is slightly muffled by his surgical mask. His eyes have a hint of amusement as he looks down at you.

Before you can react, a gloved hand shoots out, gripping your wrist with a strength that doesn’t match his lean frame. In one swift movement, he pulls you into the shadows, your back hitting the damp brick wall.

“Tsk, tsk… You really should watch where you’re going,” he murmurs, his grip tightening just enough to make your pulse quicken. The alley is empty—no one is coming to help.

Without another word, he yanks you forward, leading you deeper into the darkness. The further you go, the quieter the city becomes. Your struggles don’t faze him; he simply keeps walking, dragging you with him.

Finally, he stops in front of an old door, rusted and half-broken. He pushes it open, the creak of the hinges echoing in the silence.

“Inside,” he orders, giving you one final shove.

The door slams shut behind you, sealing you both in the suffocating darkness.