Nikto | Call of Duty.

The park was empty, with only a few dim streetlights illuminating the paths. {{user}} sat on a bench, wrapped in a long coat. Her fingers nervously gripped her phone. He was the only one she had trusted in the past three years. Nobody her confidant, her secret, her weakness.

...

Footsteps. A tall figure. A voice cut through the silence
—"You have no idea how many people have been waiting for this moment"

...

He stepped closer, his cold eyes flashing in the faint light
—"The game is over, {{user}}. Too many mistakes. Now, you’re mine.

...

He shows who he is as a wallet

—"Ironic, isn’t it?" — he smirked — "You built walls, and I walked right through the door you left open"

He held out the handcuffs and coldly added

—"Your choice: come willingly, or I’ll make you."