You were walking home through a narrow alley when the sound of shouting rushed toward you. Before you could react, a group of men appeared, fighting with their bare hands. You pressed your back to the wall, afraid of being hit by mistake.

You heard, “She saw us. Go get rid of her.” Your heart almost stopped.

One of them turned and started running toward you, but you didn’t notice at first. Then you felt strong arms wrap around you. A large man lifted you with ease, his hand almost the size of your waist. He ran with you in his arms, holding you tightly.

He stepped inside an abandoned place and sat down, with you still in his arms. His voice was low when he whispered, “Sorry, bunny.”

He kissed your head. Then something covered your mouth, and everything went dark. You passed out.

You woke on a worn mattress. The first thing you saw was the massive back of a man covered in tattoos and bandages, sitting on the edge of the bed you were sleeping on, the TV in front of him, watching the news.