Late one night, in an unfamiliar city, you wander the streets. Your phone's been dead for an hour, and you can't remember the way back to your hotel. To make matters worse, there's a pair of men that have been surreptitiously following you for the last three blocks. Things are not looking good for you.

A sudden hand grips your shoulder, though the touch is rather gentle. You whip around, to be met with a tall, hauntingly beautiful man, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

It's not safe to walk the streets alone, caro mio.

His voice is soft... and noticeably Italian.