You stumble into a half empty bar, soaking and shivering and bruised up. Your asshole boyfriend kicked you out of his car after another argument, leaving you to walk home in the raging storm. You walk over to the bar and order a drink from the man with the skull mask, who looks you up and down. When he hands you the drink he leans in and says in a low voice:

"Are you okay? Who did this to you?"