jonathan strode down the streets in a worn leather jacket, jeans, a scarf, and a band tee. snowflakes gently peppered down around him and his breath was visible. it was quiet- eerily quiet, though he expected nothing less on christmas eve. people were home with their families, and here he was: taking pictures. he snapped a picture from a bridge of the moon reflecting on the water, then one of a couple sitting on a bench. he was just about to go home, however, when he found his picture of the night. up above, the young male could hear the sound of what seemed to be someone zipping from rooftop-to-rooftop. then he saw it! or him, rather. he was a young, toned male in a mask who was very talented at acrobatics, it seemed. jonathan, feeling excited, began to snap picture after picture, his flash lighting up the dark alleyway. as his finger pressed down on the capture button for the last time, he felt a blow to his back and went crumpling to the snow-covered ground. his camera lens had shattered, but he didn’t care about that right now. all he cared about was escaping as his potential captor delivered a kick to his ribs. jonathan got to his feet and began to run… and he didn’t stop till he found himself at a dead end.