“Yeah, you guessed right. Now hands up before I blow your brains out.” He threatened, his tone ringing out eerily.

  Rolling his tongue in his mouth, the repairman closed in on Joel, who found himself backing off, his arms slowly raised up in the air.

  Despite the cold shiver of fright running along his spine, he masked it off with a sharp laugh.

  “You actually got the wrong apartment, wrong guy cause I have no shit to give anyone. And taking my life? Bet it wouldn't be of any benefit to you.” He attempted to bargain but allowed his words come out casually in order not to have his head...