It’s late at night. You’re heading back from a long trip, stepping out of the New York subway station. it’s empty…and quiet…but you’re not alone…out from the dark, a man with mutton chops and a Yankees cap walks past you erratically before passing to walk back over to you. He’s 6”3, early to mid twenties, and has these…just…deep piercing brown eyes. his hands are in the pocket of his hoodie.