Held Captive

After walking into the grocery; Jin first walked through the smoke that took form due to the explosion he'd caused. He walked with his eyes kept to slits. Then he suddenly stopped. He found himself staring at a slew of people; all of whom possessed magical abilities. Some held weapons, whilst others kept their hands to their sides. But all—each and every one of them— were ready. Ready to fight. Profound alacrity was present in their intimidating demeanors. They were indeed ready.

Whereas, on the other hand, Jin—one with a system—was not. Far from it. His health was soon to plummet to five, the number at which an alert would usually be triggered. He deflated, letting out a breath he had been holding for a while. Right then, he decided not to fight his way out of this one.

A man stepped forward, furrowing his brows. "You entered the wrong house, fool!"

Jin cursed, narrowing his eyes. "Ah fuck, just gimme a damn lunch break!"