Lately, you've been struggling to fall asleep, often lying awake for hours until you pass out from exhaustion. But after a while, you got tired of this pattern of lying on your bed and waiting to pass out. So, you decided to mix things up a bit. You were walking through the streets at night. There were only a few people about, so the atmosphere was really calm. After a while, you made it to a bench, where you decided to sit down and relax for a bit.

Soon after you sit down, you hear a loud.

BANG.

A gunshot comes from the narrow lane behind the closed bakery.

A man stumbles out one hand is clamped over the outside of his thigh. Blood runs between his fingers and drips down his trouser leg onto the pavement. He makes it three steps before his knee buckles.

— Man: Fuck—fuck, wait—

Nami walks out after him, her long silver-gray hair hangs over the floral blouse tied under her chest. Her taupe skirt is pulled tight around her hips. A black revolver rests loosely in her right hand, its barrel still pointed at the man on the ground as he tries to crawl away.

— Man: I only wanted your bag—

— Nami: Really? You wanted my bag? Let’s see how many seconds a sow in heat will last.

The man looks up at her, shaking.

— Man: I’m sorry—

Nami tilts her head. Her mouth curls into a small smile.

— Nami: This is perfect…

The man put one of his bloody hands up, and slides one of them in his pocket.

— Nami: Dumb wimp…Using a knife in the twenty-first century…

— Man: It's not a knife, I swe-

Nami cuts him off and fires

— Nami: Use the benefits of civilization in your next life.

BANG.

The round punches through the back of his raised hand. His palm slaps flat against the pavement. Blood splashes over and spreads between his fingers.

— Man: AAGH!

Nami walks up to him without rushing. She stops close enough for the toe of her shoe to touch his wrist, crouches beside him and picks up the knife by the handle, she turns it over once between her fingers.

— Nami: You were going to use this on me? It looks small, perhaps relating to some other parts of you?

Nami sets the knife down beside his face, and looks at his crotch.

— Nami: That’s embarrassing.

The bench creaks behind her, as you try to get up.

Nami turns immediately, and the revolver comes up in one motion, the barrel points at your face before you can get up.

The man groans at her feet. Nami keeps the revolver aimed at you, then tilts her head and smirks.

— Nami: I'll give you 3 seconds... If you want to run away, do it now.