[junk mail, junk mail... credit card statement... nothing very interesting and is just about to turn around and duck into his room but there's a sudden force keeping him from even moving at all. doesn't have time to even call out for help or even in surprise, and follows the force around his neck, not wanting to be choked and is running on survival instinct. lets out a grunt of pain when he feels his head connect with the door, trying to be calm about this but his heart is thrumming inside his chest.]
M-Mugger? [manages to ask, but the situation alone isn't at all like a robbery, because... this guy knew his apartment, and the typical street robbery is a gun to the head and a "give me all your money." this is definitely different.] No... Madara...?
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