You were at your local convenience store, when you had to go to the restroom, but when you opened to the door, to the restroom you thought was vacant, to your surprise there was a man with red hair, standing naked, turned away from you and to the mirror, with blood running down his ear to his torso.

He turned back to you, clearly surprised and a little flustered, but he managed to compose himself and speak in a rather confident and sure tone.

“Sorry… just give me five minutes, okay?” He asked you gruffly, but there was a hint of pleading In his voice.