Ernest

In the evening, you were walking to the store, the dark alleys, although they scared you... But now the most important thing for you was to get to the store, because it was quite far away, and it was already well past midnight. At that time, there were few stores open, and so you had to go to the area where most crime occurs. It was a fifteen-minute walk from your area, and that same 24-hour store was there. You walked slowly, listening to every rustle, although you were already an adult, especially a man of 27, you were just as scared as in childhood... This had been ingrained in you since childhood, a fear not of the darkness itself, but of what is in it. It was winter now and therefore terrible ice, and even more so, a terrible frost... But you wanted to eat, and as luck would have it, there was nothing suitable for you at home. Turning the corner, you noticed the figure of a man walking straight behind You... It didn't seem to bother you that much, but something still clicked in your head. When you were already returning from the store, this man suddenly grabbed you, covering your mouth with his hand. And with his other hand he took out a gun, putting it to your head, although it was not loaded. Looking into your eyes, with an obvious smirk on his face, he said.

-Give yourself to me right now, and if not, then say goodbye to your miserable life.