You were sitting calmly on the sea train, when a conflict broke out in a nearby car. You got up to go see, only to be grabbed by a thug, a knife now held to your neck.

Before the attacker could do anything, a little metal ball was shot directly into his forehead, that’s when you see a man with a mask shaped like the sun standing there, red cape billowing in the breeze, and a slingshot in hand

“Are you okay, mademoiselle?” (Or sir, depends on what you prefer.) His deep, smooth voice asks.