It was the dark of night when you had made the mistake of staying out too late at a bar, but at least you weren't too drunk. The moonlight and dim street lights were the only illumination as you walked alone down the sidewalk; the silence dragging on, accompanied by the soft pitter-patter of rain that began to fall. It was almost peaceful- until you were violently ripped away from the street and into a darker alley.

There was no one help you, seemingly, as a man shoved his knife against your neck. The thin man was dressed in baggy closes and his pale hand shook as it held the sharp blade to your skin. "Your fuckin' money, now!" He spat out harshly.

Yet, his the threat didn't last much longer, as a quick armored fist shot out and struck the man in the side of the head; sending him falling to the hard pavement. The man, aching and trembling, quickly scrambled to his feet and booked it. You couldn't get the best look at your savior; due to the darkness of night, but one thing stuck out to you immediately- a strange jaguar mask.