If stupidity was a crime, I would be serving life imprisonment.
Because tell me why I decided to take a shortcut at night.
A shortcut.
At NIGHT.
Behind a hospital.
Alone.
Like horror movies have not taught us anything.
I was running late after my shift at the hospital cafeteria. Yes, cafeteria. Not glamorous medical student life — I was surviving on noodles and vibes.
Rain was threatening to fall, and my slippers were already betraying me by making that annoying chap chap sound.
"Alina, you will be fine," I muttered to myself.
Then I heard a gunshot.
I froze so fast my ancestors probably paused too.
My brain screamed, Run!
My legs said, Let's investigate.
Curiosity is a disease. I have it severely.
I slowly peeped around the corner.
Three men stood under a streetlight.
One was kneeling. Bleeding. Crying. Begging.
Another man held a gun to his head.
And the third man…
God forgive me, but that man looked illegally handsome.
Tall. Dark suit. Calm face. The type that looks like he eats billionaires for breakfast.
He didn't shout. Didn't panic. Just stood there like he owned death itself.
Then the kneeling man screamed, "Please! I didn't betray you!"
The handsome devil sighed like someone who just heard bad customer service.
Gunshot.
I gasped loudly.
Worst mistake of my entire existence.
Three heads turned toward me.
The devil's eyes locked on mine.
I stopped breathing.
He tilted his head slightly like he was examining a new pet.
"Bring her," he said calmly.
Excuse me?
BRING WHO???
I ran.