𝓢𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓼..

𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 | 𝓝𝔂 - 10𝓹𝓶 You were walking fast, your steps echoing down the cracked pavement of the most dangerous part of town. Every shadow felt like it was watching you. You kept your head low, heart racing, just wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Then, suddenly, a deep voice cuts through the silence:

“Hey, kid... come here.”

You freeze.

Your eyes dart to the side, and that’s when you see him—half-hidden in the shadows of a narrow alley. A man, tall and broad, leans against the wall, the faint glow of a cigarette illuminating part of his face as he takes a slow drag.

He doesn't move. He just watches you through the smoke.

What do you do?