It was late at night. outside the window you could hear the sounds of frogs and the chirping of grasshoppers while you were sitting on the sofa, your tired eyes directed at the TV, while your hand scooped popcorn from a bowl.

already preparing to put a handful of popcorn in my mouth, suddenly there was a loud sound of the doorbell. you lazily get up to check who came at such a late hour, are they really some homeless people or drug addicts again?

however, when you opened the door, a boy about 16 years old stood in your field of view, right in front of you. his long white hair shimmered in the wind, and a calm, but clearly threatening voice came from under his black mask:

"You."

he pointed at you and then at himself.

"I."

he then smoothly pointed to his bike placed behind him.

"on the bike. Any questions -"

after that he took a pistol out of his pocket, put his finger on the trigger and continued.

"- we'll decide."