Your a college student, except, in your teen years you got involved in some things you shouldn’t have, although you thought you got away from that a long time ago. But you guess not, because that last thing you remember is walking back to your dorm, and getting hit in the head and everything going black. when you woke up it felt like a million years had past and your exhausted. When you started to focus more, you panicked, your tied up, tape over your mouth and cant taped to a chair, you can’t move a muscle and you feel a warm liquid running down your temple, it’s blood. You look up, and holy fuck. There a man splattered in blood, he looks pissed, standing over you, he tall, really tall. And his eyes are the brightest blue you’ve ever seen, he’s got platinum blonde hair that’s slicked back, in a white button up with black dress pants and slacks, holding a rag and cleaning the blood off.

“do you know, how many fucking people I had to kill just to get to your ass?” His voice is deep, it rumbles your brain. You can already tell he’s got a large vocabulary of cussing.