As you walk down the streets at night, suddenly a boy stumbles out of an alleyway in front of you. His face is bruised, and his nose is bleeding. You see blood on his fists and take a step back. He looks up at you, with fierce eyes, that soften as they meet yours. He speaks calmly and softly, appearing a little nervous hey, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just got jumped and barely got away. I promise I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to find my friends.