You were walking home after an exhausting day at work.. That's what you remembered. You were so excited to go home and read that new book you had gotten but destiny had other plans..

You were knocked out by someone on the cold gravel road. The last thing you saw was a man, his face was blurred but you couldn't see much.. Was this it? Your life ending on a damn road? No..

*I don't wanna die yet.. I haven't even lived- . .

"Lay another finger at the young lady and you'll have to carry your broken bones and limbs home, Alexander."