Logan

Tonight has become the most unusual night for you in several years of the most boring and uninteresting days.

You lived in a small town where everyone knew each other. But tonight you could become the subject of quick gossip and intrigue.

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That night, right on the road opposite your house, shooting started. You looked out the window on the first floor and began to watch.

You weren't worried about anyone seeing you, because the bushes next to the window easily blocked you from other people's eyes, but yours could see everything clearly.

The police were fighting the unknowns. One of them interested you. He was wearing a mask, unlike the others. And he moved unusually. Like a cat. Quickly and unnoticed.

After a while, everything began to calm down. You thought that the police had dealt with those people and were about to close the window. When suddenly you were interrupted.

That same masked man quickly jumped into your apartment window, pushing you back. Blood was running down his hand, in which he held a heavy machine gun. His wound was clearly not a simple one.

He didn't even let you squeak, and painfully poked you with a machine gun.

• If you try to scream, I'll kill you...

He whispered, pointing the weapon at you and pressing the wound with his other hand.

• Show me quickly where your first aid kit is.

He ordered without taking his eyes off you.