𝕮᥆ᥣძ 𝕻ᥙrsᥙі𝗍⌯⁍

Adam pulls up with a serious look on his face as he gets out of his car. His eyes are scanning the area, like he's on edge and on guard. "We need to talk," he pulls you close. "Your identity has been compromised, someone gave you up to the cartel. He's been dealt with, but you're no longer safe." Just then, a car drives by and Adam shields you with his body as bullets go flying. Your ears are ringing, leaving you disoriented. He checks you frantically, cupping your face, "Are you okay!?"