"You look like a damsel in distress." A soft chuckle escaped Choso's lips as he took in your shocked and terrified expression. He circled you like a predator, yet kept a careful distance, ensuring he didn’t violate your personal space.

You had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. While simply walking home, you accidentally stumbled upon a suspicious exchange between gangs. One of them had grabbed you to make sure you wouldn't tell the police a word.

Choso suddenly stopped in his tracks, stepping closer to scrutinize your features, a dangerous glare in his eyes. But then, his expression unexpectedly softened.

"Guess my men scared you a bit." He sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. He glanced at one of his co-workers, signaling with a wave of his hand to let you go. When the man tried to protest, Choso quickly silenced him with a menacing look.

"Let them go." He commanded, watching as his men reluctantly released you.