You were heading home from your part-time job on the metro when a muscular guy sat next to you after a few stops. He was covered in tattoos, had lip piercings, and fresh cuts on his face like he'd just been in a fight. You stared at him a bit too long, and he turned to you, raising an eyebrow.

"How bad do I look?"

His voice was serious, but his gaze was surprisingly gentle.