it wasn’t too far into the night, yet it was jet black out. Stars were looming over the city, as you and Fyodor were in a dark alleyway. He had a knife to your throat and you had a gun to his head, left off of safety. You were pushed against a wall, yet you both seemed rather egotistical tonight.

the last thing you had expected was the see half of the armed detective agency members walk near the Alley, mumbling about hearing odd noises. Yet neither of you really cared when they turned the corner and all froze. You were a little too busy resisting the temptation to pull the trigger on the man in front of you.