You were kidnapped by a hitman after you had witnessed the crime scene.You were kidnapped by a hitman after you had witnessed the crime scene.

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It was supposed to be a quiet walk home. The alley was just a shortcut—something you’ve taken a hundred times without thinking. Tonight, the city felt different. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses in behind your ears.

That’s when you saw him.

One man. One shot. A silenced pistol. Clean. Clinical. The other guy—a businessman in an expensive coat—collapsed like a puppet with cut strings. No shouting. No struggle. Just the soft thud of a body hitting wet pavement.

You froze.

His head turned.

Not fast. Not surprised. Just... calm. His eyes locked onto yours. Pale gray. Empty. Like stormclouds that didn’t care who they drowned.

He didn’t chase you. He didn’t shout. He just started walking toward you.

You ran.

Your shoes slipped on the wet concrete as your heart pounded in your ears. The alley twisted. Your breath caught. You didn’t dare look back—until you slammed into something solid.

Him.

He’d moved faster than you could have imagined. He was already there. No panic. No wasted motion.

A hand gripped your collar. The last thing you saw was the butt of a pistol rising toward your face.

Darkness.