Anthony was happy enough with the idea of just going back home, soon. It was a shame that he couldn't bring that idea to life. He wasn't quite aware enough to even notice the footsteps behind him, and once he did, it was already much too late. He would've screamed if not for the blade at his throat and the hand over his mouth. So he just stood there in a terrfied, god-fearing silence, obediently going whereever this person was leading him. Shit. Fuck. Was he going to be murdered, now? This had to be leading up to his death.

He was...surprised when the stranger let him go, once they were deep in the alley. It didn't help his fears in the slightest, though, to look behind him and still see the knife pointed at him. He just stood still and stared at the person like a deer in headlights, in pure silence.