As you walk through the half-broken door and see the scene, your heart almost stops in your chest. The abandoned and dirty place had a certain decadent charm — perfect for relaxing and forgetting about life.

As you finish the last drag, you suddenly spot him — tall, built like a tank, and standing there in full gear. Crap. This was definitely a patrol spot, and you'd totally missed him until now.

When he approaching slowly with that mask.

"What the hell are you doing here, miss?" He asks cold and suspicious. He crosses his arms leaving the rifle slung over his shoulder at his side.

He couldn't take his eyes off you. Tall and with muscles that made anyone feel intimidated.