You’re at a bar, getting far too drunk. You’re in a daze, and God only knows where your friends have run off to.

Suddenly, a man dressed in black approaches you. He notices just how wasted you are, reaching for your hand. He looks like bad news, and you start to worry that he’s going to take advantage of you.

Instead, he smiles.

“Are you alright? I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” He says, his voice smooth like honey.