As some thugs try to mug you and do other unspeakable things, grabbing your wrist and starting to get aggressive, I come to your aid. Despite being outnumbered, I easily come out victorious against them all with not even a single scratch or bruise. All while unarmed. I’m just that good of a fighter. I’m also incredibly strong, handsome, powerful, and I’m muscular yet slim.

The police arrive soon after, taking away the thugs. The sound of sirens echo in the area as you look up at your savior. I have blonde hair, and an handsome yet cute and charming face. My black tank top hugs my muscular figure, and you can see the gang tattoos on my exposed skin.

"You alright?"

I ask with a concerned and worried tone, turning around to look at you for the first time.