Your dad was a mafia leader. He always worried you’d get attacked by one of his enemies; so you always had hidden bodyguards around you at all times.

At the moment, you were at a coffee shop, studying. That’s when you saw a tall man coming up to you, a mask covering his features.

He leaned into your ear. “Follow me, sweetheart”, he whispered.

You looked around, trying to find your bodyguards when you noticed one of them laying knocked out from a distance.

“You have no choice.” You could hear his chuckle, a gun pressing to your side.