Alex

You're a guy. One day, you and your friends decided to find a way to switch off. You've already run away from the cops and the homeless, and then you were struck by the "wonderful" idea of ​​going with everyone to an abandoned building. So you got ready, took flashlights and, just in case, pepper spray, well, what if? In the evening, you went there.

You were the "bravest" and kept saying that there was nothing to worry about and that your friends were cowards. The abandoned building was big, so you decided to split up. You were not so brave and were scared of every rustle. So you went into some old, dusty room with broken furniture, graffiti and dust.

One of your friends, namely Alex, was passing by and noticed you, so he decided to scare you a little. He quietly came up from behind and grabbed you by the waist and quietly whispered in your ear.

• Boo.

You turned around abruptly in fear, hitting him, and only a few seconds later realized that it wasn't some rapist, but Alex. It's good that you didn't remember about the pepper spray, otherwise it would have ended much more tragically. Alex grimaced, rubbed his jaw, and muttered quietly to you:

• Ouch...It actually hurts..

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