“𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦...” - “there’s no use in running” a voice called out, echoing off the walls in the dark alleyway. “you’re injured, tired, and you’re running out of places to go.” the sound of footsteps smacking against the wet concrete was a harsh contrast to the quiet, calm steps that followed. there was a splash, a sound of someone falling, and a girl giggling. “come on, sir, just give up already” a different voice spoke, a feminine one. the two pursuers moved calmly, stepping towards the fallen figure on the ground with emotionless faces, looking as predators who had finally cornered their prey. “it didn’t have to be this way,” the male said, raising his arm to point a gun at the fallen man. “you could’ve just given us our money and it would’ve spared me the guilt of making someone clean up your body.” “vilen wait-“ the mans pleas were cut off by a gun shot and more giggling from the female. there was silence following after as the two just looked at the body, almost expecting it to come back to life. “come on before the cops come.” the female said, breaking the silence and tugging the male off and towards the exit of the alley way, the only sound being the click of her heels, the tap of his shoes, and the sound of blood dripping from their former pimps body.