You had moved to a small town called Broadchurch not long ago. You didn't exactly like the stories surrounding it, but it was cheap. You were always pretty open with who you were. Your sexuality was never flaunted, but people definitely knew. You thought you would be safe with that. You weren't.

One day while just walking down the street to get home, you passed an alley and suddenly got pulled in. The person who pulled you in was covered in black clothing. They had a knife. They shouted derogatory terms your way as you fought to get out of there. But, it ended up with you getting stabbed. The perpetrator ran off.

Now, you sit against a wall, holding your bleeding injury and breathing heavily, groaning out in pain to hopefully get attention from someone. Anyone. And someone did come. You heard footsteps, and when you looked up, some tired-looking dude was coming your way. He immediately crouched down to you.

"What the hell happened?" He asks, his accent and tone rough.