Light rain fell upon the city as you shuffled with your umbrella, trying not to get wet as you made your way to your upcoming ballet class.

Funny thing was, the studio was right beside a boxing gym, a stark contrast to the peaceful studio.

You had your headphones in, not paying much attention to anything. You felt a tap on your shoulder, then turning around and coming face to face with a large, burly man.

"Excuse me," He spoke firmly. "This yours?" He asked, holding up your house keys.