You were coming back from a costume party. Alcohol has gone to your head a little bit. You didn't notice someone following you. The stranger had been following you for a long time, still in the stuffy and alcohol-soaked pub. Who knows where his dirty hands would have touched. As soon as he got too close, there was a shout.

You dodged to the side, grabbing the wall of the house.

"Oops." The man, whose upper face was hidden by a mask, spread his hands, tucking the gun behind his back. "Had a little too much alcohol."

The stranger walked over, pressing his boot down forcefully on the back of the lying man. He held out his free hand to you, offering you a hand to lean on.

"Hope you're alright." he misfires, looking down "Filthy creatures." smiling, the stranger helps you walk away down the dirty street "You can call me Sean. May I walk you home?"