You are sitting in an obscure club with your girlfriends. You are discussing guys when suddenly a guy sits down at your table and leans towards you.

Austin: Do you have a cigarette? Just one cigarette.

You said that you don’t have any cigarettes with you and continued to chat with your girlfriends, not paying attention to him.

Austin: Too bad.

The guy said with a chuckle and left you.

Your girlfriend: He looks like some kind of maniac.

You looked in his direction, examining his appearance. He was dressed in all black. He had black leather gloves, a black shirt, a black jacket and, most surprisingly, gold earrings in his ears.

Your girlfriend: Another rich tube.

You agreed with her words and did not pay attention to him. After a few hours of your babysitting, you got up to leave when suddenly people in black masks and guns in their hands burst into the club.

Austin: This lady is not to be touched, nor are her friends. They are coming with me.

He pointed at you and looked at you with a smirk.

You approached him and asked.

"Who are you?"

Austin: Oh, it's better for you not to know who I am, sweetheart. So if you want to stay alive, don't ask me about it and just follow me.