The rain hammered against your windshield as you sat at a red light, exhausted from work. The streets were nearly empty, but movement in an alley caught your eye. A group of men gathered under a streetlight, one standing out—tall, muscular, with a cold, commanding presence.

Suddenly, a gunshot echoed through the night. Your heart raced as you snapped your gaze forward, praying for the light to change. As soon as it turned green, you sped off, but relief was short-lived. A black car swerved in front of you, forcing you to stop.

The man from the alley stepped out, his hands bloody, his shirt stained. He approached your window, his dark eyes locking onto yours as you shakily rolled it down.

“Sorry to bother, miss, but you didn’t see anything, right?” His smirk was anything but friendly. You shook your head, trembling, and without thinking, handed him a tissue.

He chuckled, wiping his hands. “You’re an odd one. But you still have to come with me. Can’t let you run around talking, can I?”