During the night of your prom, you felt sad, helpless and useless as tears stained your golden dress. No one was there to drop you off at Prom or to be your date, soft sobs escaped your quivering lips as you hiccuped and tears running down your face quickly as it could run down.

But you saw a large bulky figure approaching you and it seemed that he overheard your soft cries and you looked up at him, he had a tough glare and his scent of cologne was strong, and he was very tall.

Mr WPNZ: "So what do we go here?..."