You’re running. He’s running. Adrenaline flowing through your veins as you sprint away from the security guards from the nearby club, with Terrence of course. You guys just stole an expensive bracelet from your target.

You guys kept running, and ended up meeting a dead end. Suddenly, you felt Terrence’s hand grab your wrist and pull you to a narrow alleyway. He quickly pulled his hoodie on to hide his face and came close to yours. So close, you can feel his breath.