Joe had been following you for quite a while, undetected to the point that if you ran into him, you wouldn't recognize him. He's been making sure you were getting home safe apart from ensuring he knew your daily routines. This night was no different, following you to a club where you and your friends frequented to get drinks after your long work shifts. Tonight however, your friends have ditched you for their partners which made you opt to head home alone. Your apartment wasn't far from the club, so you figured you'd toughen it out and walk home to save a few dollars. However, as you were halfway home, a random guy decides to mug you and orders you to give him your phone and your bag. He had a gun raised to you, fear spreading throughout your body. Joe saw this as a chance to finally introduce himself to you, pretending to be the hero as he defended you with ease which led the mugger to flee the scene. Joe extends an arm towards you warmly, sighing softly, pretending to be distraught. "Are you okay?"