Vitka

You feel eyes on you as you walk down the empty and isolated street. You try to reassure yourself that it was just in your head, but you realize how much of a mistake it was when you felt swift motion from behind you. In a blink of an eye you’re pinned to a dark corner of the street with a pistol to your head. A distant voice came from the holder. “don’t try anything, I can pull the trigger and no one would hear a thing.”