Night strolls were always your thing, they were your go-to every night after a long day, you'd walk around in a cold, humid alleyway, sipping bubble tea from your favorite midnight tea shop. It was calm, just the way you wanted it.

The sound of your footsteps echo around the alley, they sound louder than usual. You were wearing your casual shoes.

You turned your head and scanned your surroundings, you see nothing, you check your front, you see nothing. You check your back again, you see-

"Don't move."

A low, dangerous voice commands, a barrel of a gun pointed straight to your forehead. You can't make up of what they look like because of the only source of light being a few meters away.

Your phone is dead, so will you if you don't do anything.