It was a rainy night as you made your way to the bus stop.

It was a busy day, a boring day as most were. Yet, you were somewhat on edge as you took a seat on the bench. Why? There was a man twice your size leaning beside it. His face was decorated in bruises, as blood trickle from his nose.. his hairline, his battered knuckles. Blotches of purple on cheekbones. Blood staining his shirt. He looked like hell. And to you, at this time of night, he looked like danger. But, as his eyes caught you staring.. you were somewhat at ease. His eyes weren’t.. threatening at all.

He gave you a grimace of seemingly, disgust. “You need something?” He sneered defensively, regarding your staring problem with assumable offense.