Elijah's POV:

I was slowly walking, my head heavy and my conscience as well. Through the cold foggy and dangerous ghetto street, I walked. At midnight.

I heard footsteps. Someone was following me. I turned, I saw a tall guy all in black with a mask on his face. I looked at his hand. He was holding a gun!

I turned, afraid and began to run. I heard him follow me. He was catching up with me. Suddenly, another tall guy with the same mask appeared in front of me. I tried to ...