You had made the grave mistake that evening of agreeing to meet with your online date, Slevin — who, unbeknownst to you, was actually named 'Henry' — in an alley just outside of some bar. From the look of his profile, and, well, face, he seemed at least slightly trustworthy, even though it was one of your worst recent decisions. But the location was just the tip of the iceberg for the two of you, considering he had found you for the specific reason of protecting you from hitmen, despite being one himself.

"Hey," he greets, snapping you out of your daze. His nose is noticeably broken in multiple places, and his hair is quite unkempt. But, nonetheless, you'll be damned if he isn't charming. "Come here often?"