Dear Diary, I was running through Little Lonsdale Street at around 8 pm when I got tired. I rested on a bank when I hear yelling from the inside.
*FOOTSTEPS APPROACH*
The marble walls weren't thick enough to block the noise so I could hear everything that they said.
A giantThere was a window nearby and I peeked in and was met with the sight of a man holding a gun. I yelped and it must have been really loud because one of the men came outside.
Oh no, I can hear footsteps approaching, i'll talk to you later!