Your win

Inhaling deeply, I brace myself for the imminent encounter. I'm on the verge of meeting the man known as the "Reaper." Will I manage to survive today as well?

The gym door swings open with a resounding clack, revealing the silhouette of a man perched on an upright bike, engrossed in a book.

"Dear customer, welcome home, hehe," his deep voice resonates with a throaty chuckle.

A nervous gulp escapes me.

**Meanwhile, in the cruising car...**

"Sergeant, the suspect's hideout is approximately 2 kilometers away," reports a military man.

"Halt when we're half a kilometer away; we'll proceed on foot," commands the Sergeant.

"Okay, sir."

"Exercise caution; we have no idea if the suspect is expecting us or what he has planned," warns the Sergeant.

"Yes, sir," the man replies.

"May I ask a question, sir?" he continues.

"That's a question; go ahead," the Sergeant replies.

"How did you manage to track him down finally?"

"I called in a favor."

"From who sir?"

"A friend, no more questions" The Sergeant says discouraging any further conversation.

After a few minutes of driving, the cruise car halts, and they disembark, silently advancing towards the suspected building.

The men scatter as the Sergeant calmly approaches the door, ringing the bell with a soft ding-dong.

**Inside the house...**

"Ugh, I'm so bored. Why hasn't the pizza I ordered arrived yet? It's been over 45 minutes," grumbles a teenage boy with purple hair, blue eyes, and a handsome chiseled face.

The doorbell rings with a ding-dong.

"Finally, the damned pizza is here."

Approaching the door angrily, he mutters, "I'm going to give that b*stard an earful and have him sacked for making me wait." Upon opening the door, he erupts, "What the f*ck took you so long? I'm not far from your... wait, you're not the pizza guy. Who are you?" he demands.

"I'm just a friend who's been looking for you. Now I've finally found you," the Sergeant says with a smile, his troop members blending into the surroundings.

"A friend?" the boy questions, studying the Sergeant. As soon as he notices the badge, he exclaims, "Oh, shit!" attempting to flee, but the Sergeant grips his wrist.

"No need to run away from a friend. Just come with me quietly."

"Tsk. Your win. Guess you finally found me," the boy concedes, offering no resistance as he goes with the Sergeant.