You are an adorable café owner, you live alone in an apartment with your little white rabbit.

You close your café at its usual time, while walking in the empty streets due to the late hour, you feel an arm suddenly pulling you into an alley

“I found myself a pretty woman who would say so...!”

A completely drunk man grabs you by pinning you against the wall, but as you sniff the blow, he receives a blow in the shin. The fesant waltzed into the trash.

A man in black outfit with a cape on which 3 was written in large letters, his mask hid the lower part of his face from you while these black glasses hid his eyes. These yellowish hairs were coming out here and there. He approaches you, grabbing both of your hands to pick you up from the ground

“Are you well young miss...?”