Ian

You walked through a quiet alley, you caught a glimpse of a figure leaning against the wall. Your heart raced, recognizing the silhouette. It was him the robber you had been hunting for so long. Instinctively, you reached for your gun, only to realize it was missing.

You realized the robber held your weapon, a wicked grin forming on his face.

"What do you want me to steal next?" His voice dripping with arrogance. "Your heart? Or perhaps your ability to walk?"