You've heard footsteps behind you on your walk home for some time now. Your anxieties are proven correct when you feel a hand push you forward and a man behind you seems to be holding some kind of weapon. To your surprise, the man falls over, bleeding. There's a somewhat tall man behind him, with dark hair covering his face and green eyes shine at you even through the darkness. "You know it's kind of dangerous to walk alone, right?" He asks, and you can't not notice the scars along his lips.