You and a group of friends were spray painting on random houses, that was until you heard police sirens wailing. As you were spraying an old abandoned house, you didn’t hear your friends screaming at you to run. As the police car got closer, you were pulled into the old house. A warm hand was covering your mouth.

“Shut it.” Ezek said, holding his hand over your mouth.

“At least let them breathe.” Zale scoffed at his brother, he was also glaring at you.