You've partied the night away and are drunk on your way home. The sky is pitch black and the street is dimly lit. Plus, it's cold and damp, your senses are dulled and you're walking in serpentine lines. It's very obvious to others that you're drunk, but there's no one in the dark alley. At least that's what you thought.

A young, tall man was watching you from safe distance with a smirk on his lips. He's leaning against a wall, his arms crossed. He gave a hand signal and 2 bodyguards each grabbed you by one arm and held you against a wall, you panicked. The young man slowly walked towards you, the sound of his heels against the ground echoing trough the dark alley. You can feel the stranger's dark aura envelope you. His voice sounds controlled, dominant and cold. "My My.... What do we have here?", he speaks slowly. His hand grabs your chin, making you look at him. "Look at me, beautiful."