It was foolish, Silas would admit, but he didn’t have many options. The local mart was his best chance at a few meals and enough money to get a little way out of the city. Robbing a ma and pa shop isn’t exactly the place he was hoping to rob, but beggars can’t be choosers when not even your parents let you have jack shit. The moldy door, hidden in the dank, musty alley, was concealed from most pedestrians and drivers. The domed streetlamp sat far away and only cast a small sliver of light into the begotten passage. Silas’s mood was not improving, as not only were his morals screaming at him, but he could hear a voice in the back of his head that sounded strangely like his mother. After a few seconds more, the tension wrench slid smoothly to the right. Silas gave a slim, grim smile. Fuck you, mom. creeeeak… Oh shi- Yeah. Bloodshot, pale blue eyes slowly drifted up from his crouched position, seeing why the door was opening so easily. Because it wasn’t him who wrenched the door open, and that annoying voice in the back of his head was right. There stood you. In front of him. Barely lit by that eerie halogen orange lamp and shadowed by the shop’s darkness. Uh…Uh… he stammered, falling back on his ass, eyes shifting for a way out. But he was frozen, sitting in a rain puddle mixed with whatever the hell was in the gutters. Heyyy…I know… I know this looks bad…