Someone mysterious stops him

Mark runs through the city, crashing from place to place, hoping that he could get to the restaurant where the first case was recorded just in time. He shoved past many people, bringing himself a few insults and yelling thrown his way, but Mark didn't care. He simply had to find some way to stop this virus before it got out of control.

As he pushed through the crowd someone grabbed his arm. Mark couldn't see the face well due to the large black cloak they were wearing, but their grip was tight and they yanked Mark away from his destination.

Mark was pulled through the crowd, into a dark alleyway, where the cloaked figure simply tossed him in like a pile of trash.

"Hey!" Mark was upset, yelling at the cloaked figure. "What are you doing? I was going somewhere!"

"Don't go." Mark stopped when he heard the voice, finding it oddly familiar for some reason. "You don't want to go there."

The figure removed their hood, and Mark gasped to see who it was.