miles

(it was midnight, and you were out eating at a small cafe that you had grown to love. you heard a yell from the back outside, and went to investigate. you quietly walked out the back door, and seen a man on the ground, a puddle of his own blood surrounding him. standing next to him was a man in a hoodie, with a mask covering his face, you let out a gasp at the scene before you, and try to make a run for it, but the masked man grabs you and pins you against the wall) "you're not going anywhere,"