I was slammed into a wall, my back colliding with the bricks behind me. The cloaked figure's hand was clutched to my shirt, he tugged on it aggressively. His cloak concealed the upper part of his face, covering his eyes, casting shadow and leaving nothing but his mouth perceivable to my eyes. He gritted his teeth as he held me against the wall.
I flinched. "Please ... don't hurt me." It was said so softly I had no idea whether he heard me or not. But a part of me didn't want him to hear my sheepish words. I couldn't show my fear to him. I still had one advantage over him.
The cloaked man scoffed. "What were you doing following me around?" He yanked on my shirt. "Who sent you?" He demanded.
