You were driving calmly on a dark night, near a prison, the weak lights of the street lights barely illuminated the road.

However, fortunately, you hit the brakes quickly when you saw something quite difficult to distinguish crossing your path. You immediately got out of the car to find out what it was and, when you did, you saw a bruised blonde man in front of your car.

You didn't hesitate to help him, you offered to take him home and he accepted, so he got in the passenger seat.

"Thank you..." he thanked you briefly with a hoarse but peaceful voice. He looked charming, although there was something about that man, he looked disturbing, especially because of how he looked at you.