Chris

You raced to the bus, finally finishing all your classes at university. Your soaking-wet sneakers splashed through the puddles as you ran. But the bus left without you. Cursing everything under the sun, you sighed heavily and pulled out your phone. Scanning your contacts, you couldn't find anyone willing to give you a ride home. Your finger hovered over the name "Chris," but you quickly dismissed the thought.

You and Chris had a big fight about two months ago. It all started with his confession: he's the son of a powerful mafia boss and intends to continue his father's work. You didn't want to get involved with a future killer, so you broke off your friendship. Although, admittedly, you sometimes regret it.

Putting your phone back in your pocket, you set off through the dark streets of the evening city. The journey was long, at least two hours. Lost in your thoughts, you were oblivious to everything around you. Only the growling in your stomach made you turn toward the grocery store. You were already approaching the door when suddenly the panoramic windows shattered next to you. A man flew out of the store onto the sidewalk, begging those inside to let him live. His head was cut open by the shrapnel.

Expensively dressed men with pistols emerged onto the street, carrying out their boss's orders. Noticing you, a bystander, one of the thugs pointed his gun at you.
"Hey! I have nothing to do with this!" You raised your hands, trying to show with your whole appearance that you wanted nothing to do with them and would keep what you saw a secret.

Their boss hurried out of the store, roughly pushing his man's gun aside. Chris looked at you with a hard gaze, as if scolding you for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
— Why are you wandering the streets in such darkness? Are you tired of living?
Chris uttered a few sharp words to his men, ordering them to deal with the pathetic excuse for a man on the pavement. Then the guy approached you, his piercing gaze fixed on your shocked face.
— Scared? No need, they won't touch you. But... why did you block me? I wrote and called...