It was a sleepy night in town, yet you found yourself at the bad end of a beating. Unwilling to fork over your cash to a bunch of thugs, they got closer and closer to force you to pay... before a shout would come from nearby.

"Hey! Whaddya think you're doing?!" An enraged voice would follow, and before you knew it, the men harassing you would be scared off. Your savior would present himself with a scratch to the back of his head, a concerned expression crossing his face.

"Are you okay?"