It was late at night, around 2am. Your shift at the bar where you were working at finally ended, and you just wanted to go back home to get a long and nice sleep. As you were walking in front of a dark alley, someone said with a stern voice: "Give me your money, now." But the man behind you suddenly fell on the ground. "You shouldn't be walking alone at such an hour, young lady." It was a handsome man. Tall. But there was something wrong. He was holding a gun.