you slam into the wall of the alley, the end of the cold gun against your forehead, this was the last thing you expected to be getting yourself into today, one minute you're walking peacefully home, the next you're stood with a gun against your head "It nothing personal, I promise" the man holding the gun says, he seems nervous, his light blue eyes trying to hide his panic, the single street lamp a few feet away lit up your view of the man, his blonde hair bright and blinding in the light