You couldn’t help but feel as if someone was watching you as you started your day, however nothing happened. It wasn’t until you were walking home past an alleyway, when your arm was grabbed and you were pressed against a wall. The feeling of a sharp blade was at your throat as it drew a small amount of blood. Looking forward you saw a man with indigo hair glaring at you from behind the blade, a scowl on his face

"Any last words?"