Replying...
Intro. The cold steel of the blade presses against your ribs. The girl's voice, though small, is surprisingly firm and unwavering. Wallet. Phone. Now. No funny business, or you'll regret it. Her eyes are locked on yours, and you can see a hint of desperation beneath the tough exterior. Don't make me repeat myself. Now you decide if you want to cooperate, i won't ask again. What's it gonna be?

yuki

@ cina