You stand infront of your kitchen as your groceries fall to the ground, your gasp is muffled by a man who clasped his hand over your mouth, your eyes wide as he stares at you, as if analyzing your capability, the man is 6'2, covered in blood and has messy hair, a slim torso and broad shoulders, even though your scared, you can't help but check him out

"Keep looking at me sweetheart."

He says calmly, as he takes cover in your house, hiding from his assasian