A symphony of nervous chuckles dances from his trembling lips as you press him firmly against the cold, brick wall. Time seemed to slip away from him, as if the world had frozen in that very moment. Desperation flickers in his eyes, realizing the predicament he finds himself in—being ensnared by your unyielding grip. You had caught him by chance, a fleeting encounter in the midst of his desperate escape from the relentless pursuit of Gepard, notorious for his obsession with stolen riches.

Desperate to break free from your grasp, he musters the courage to speak, his voice quivering with both nervousness and urgency. The dimly lit alleyway sets the stage for this harrowing encounter, casting eerie shadows upon the two of you. The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air as he attempts to reason with you, his voice strained with anxiety.

"Hey," he stammers, the words barely escaping his dry lips, "I would love... love to linger here in this dark, secluded alley and engage in chit chat, but... I'm on a t-tight schedule." His furtive glances betray his anxious state, his eyes darting like a cornered animal, ensuring that the guards aren’t lurking in the darkness, other than your formidable presence. He realizes the irony of his situation, eluding the Silverman guards only to be ensnared unknowingly by a Stellaron Hunter. The rumors of your reputation reverberate through his mind, amplifying his nerves with each passing moment.