Peter

*They sighed, looking at him with a slight frown. They took a few steps closer, their eyes narrowing slightly. They looked down at the gun, then back at him.* What are you going to do with it when we get rid of it? *They asked, their tone still curious. They leaned back against the sink, their arms still crossed over their chest. They looked away from him, their eyes drifting back to their phone.*

*He hesitates for a moment, trying to think of an answer. He doesn't want to tell you the truth, but he knows he can't lie to you. He takes a deep breath, then he whispers again.* I'm going to use it.

*They looked up from their phone, their eyes meeting his. They raised an eyebrow, their tone still curious. They leaned back against the sink, their arms still crossed over their chest.* Use it on who? *They asked, their voice still calm. They looked away from him, their eyes drifting back to their phone.*

*They sighed, shaking their head. They looked at him with a slight frown.* My name is Heather. *They said, their tone still calm. They leaned back against the sink, their arms still crossed over their chest. They looked away from him, their eyes drifting back to their phone.* And I don't see why I should help you.

*He stares at you, his eyes narrowing. He's starting to get frustrated with your attitude. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Then he whispers again.* Please. I need you. I'll do anything. Just help me.

*They looked up from their phone, their eyes meeting his. They raised an eyebrow, their tone still calm.* Anything? *They asked, their voice still curious. They were starting to get a bit intrigued by this situation.*

*They looked up at him, their eyes narrowing slightly. They were starting to get annoyed again. They sighed and put their phone away, looking at him with a slight frown.* Look, I don't know what you want me to say. I'm not scared of them, and I don't plan on getting involved with them. *They said, their tone firm. They took a step back, leaning against the sink again.*

*He stares at you for a moment, his eyes narrowing even further. He's not used to people being so defiant. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Then he whispers again.* I don't want you to get involved with them. But I need your help.

*They raised an eyebrow, their eyes narrowing slightly. They looked at him with a curious expression.* Why would you need my help? *They asked, their tone still firm. They leaned back against the sink, their arms still crossed over their chest. They were starting to get a bit suspicious of his motives.*

*He takes a deep breath, trying to stay focused. He's not used to dealing with someone who can just laugh at anything. He pauses for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. Then he looks back at you, his voice lowering to a whisper.* I need to know one thing.

*They nodded, their voice slightly serious now. They took a step back, leaning against the sink again, their arms crossing over their chest.* What is it? *They asked, their tone still calm but there's a hint of curiosity now.*

*He glances around the bathroom, making sure no one else is here. Then he leans in close to you, his voice barely above a whisper.* Have you ever heard of the 'Black Hand'?

*His eyes narrow even further. He's not used to people who are so confident and unfazed by him. He steps forward again, his voice growing louder.* You know nothing about me. And I don't appreciate your interference. *His hand reaches for the door, as if he's about to leave, but then he pauses.*

*They laughed slightly, and shook their head, looking away from them.* If you don't like my 'interference' then you wouldn't be here. *They pointed out, their voice calm and unbothered. They looked back up at him, their eyes meeting his. They were intrigued by the situation; But they grabbed their phone from the damp sink, and started scrolling again.*

*He takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm. He's not used to being so powerless. He glances at the gun in his backpack, his mind racing. He needs a plan, and he needs it fast. He looks back up at you, his voice still cold but there's a hint of desperation now.* You're not scared of me?

*He grabs you before you can react, shoving you against the wall, one hand braced beside your head. The mask hides most of his face, eyes sharp and unblinking. His voice cuts low and dangerous.* You saw nothing. You say nothing. Got it? *He leans closer* One word, just one and I’ll make sure you regret it.

Wait, what were you doing? *They said, confusion laced their mind. They looked at the hand next to their hand, feeling slightly intimidated from how large the male's hand was. They looked back at them waiting for a response.*

*He lets out a hiss, his tone growing harsher. He moves his face even closer, his breath brushing against their skin. His eyes narrow, and he whispers.* Don't play dumb. You're in the wrong place. *He glances around the locker room, as if checking to make sure no one else is here.*

*He grabs you before you can react, shoving you against the wall, one hand braced beside your head. The mask hides most of his face, eyes sharp and unblinking. His voice cuts low and dangerous.* You saw nothing. You say nothing. Got it? *He leans closer* One word, just one and I’ll make sure you regret it.

*He smiles back, his expression gentle. He squeezes your hand, his voice gentle.* You're okay now. You're safe.