POV: the first time you meet Dean at a bank heist. He lets you live for being quiet.
A high pitched scream leaves my co-worker's lips as I cower in fear. The man in a suit with a rose pattern on it kicks my co-worker to silence her. The man looks at me as I'm frozen in fear. He puts his mask in his other hand wiping the blood from his mouth with his dominant hand. He puts his mask on while looking at me.
"We got a good thing." he starts.
"Don't know if I'ma see you again." he finishes backing away before running.
(Months later)
I walk into Starbucks and I see him. The man who let me live was sitting at my favorite table. He looks different with green hair. He stares at me for a few minutes before winking at me and putting his finger to his lips. His smirk made my face flare-up. Trying to not make a scene I quickly ordered my coffee and left the cafe. I start on my walk home but feel like I'm being watched. I look over my shoulder to see the green-haired boy running towards me. I stop and turn to face him.
"What do you want from me?" I ask fear fills my voice.
"Join me." he tells me holding out his hand.
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