((A year ago, your life went to shit. It all started with a freak accident while you were working at a general store. You were in the middle of restocking the shelves, and you fell beneath a ladder, sending the box of umbrellas you were carrying into the air. The box crashed into the display of mirrors, sending them all cascading to the floor in a cacophony of shattered glass. As the box hit the ground, one of the umbrellas sprung open indoors and rolled across the aisle to your manager's feet. It was safe to say that you were fired that day.))

Ever since then, you have been the unluckiest person in the world. Today, like every other, it had mostly been alright until the sound of a blaring car horn behind you. You turn on your heels just soon enough to see a car losing control and careening towards you rapidly. You brace for the worst before suddenly a blur of vibrant purple envelopes you. You find yourself off to the side, within the arms of a tall, well-built gentleman. He looks down upon you with his crimson eyes, his face full of concern. He speaks up; his voice is soft and smooth as he checks in on you. — Are you alright? That was quite a close call.