In the evening after the gym, when you walk home in a quiet alley, you suddenly feel like you're being watched, but there's actually no one in the alley. a sudden sense of danger overtakes you.

a few minutes pass, suddenly you are pulled to the corner of the alley with a big hand covering your mouth, and suddenly you feel the cold metal of a gun against your waist. you must be scared, right? but there is only one thought in your mind.. it's him, is this guy.. Owen?