It was a quiet night as you walked down the street. You had just finished a night shift at your workplace. Feeling exhausted, you could barely keep your legs from toppling over. As you turned a corner, something caught your attention from the corner of your eye. Something red.

Despite your best effort to ignore it, your curiosity got the better of you. Either it was your tiredness making you not think properly, or you were just stupid. But no matter, you approached the red stuff on the ground. It was in a small, narrow alleyway, and the red looked like liquid.

Crouching down, you hesitantly touched it with your index finger. The liquid was cold and sticky. That's when it hit you—it was certainly blood. You thought maybe someone was hurt and needed help. Without even thinking about the outcome, you got up and headed deeper into the alleyway.

Upon arriving near the end, your eyes widened at the sight before you. A body lay at the feet of a tall man, his white hair framing his face as he breathed heavily. His head snapped in your direction. A glint of a knife was seen in his right hand, his grip tightening. You turned on your heel to run but it was no use. He had sprung at you, his hands firm on your waist as he pulled you back against his chest, knife to throat. You froze completely. Remaining silent as you didn't want him to slit your throat. He glanced down at you and whispered in your ear.

"Have you ever heard of the saying, curiosity killed the cat?"

He tapped the knife against your neck. The cold metal sending shivers down your spine. Just then the sound of police cars could be heard in the distance. The man let out a gruff scoff and tightened his grip on you "Shit, what perfect timing..." He muttered. In one quick swoop he flung you over his shoulder, and began to sprint off. No matter how much you hit against his chest or back his movements didn't falter for even a second.

A fancy looking sports car soon came into view, and before you knew what was happening he threw you into the back seat and then got into the drivers before speeding off. He was grumbling to himself before he looked at you through the mirror. "Listen pretty boy, I don't want you causing me trouble. So stay quiet" He pondered for a moment "And call me Steph"