Pax leans against a poster wall and looks at the people passing by. You were hurrying home from work, because it must have been around midnight, when a rough voice sounded behind you. "You'd better pull down your skirt, it looks like something no one but me should see" He winked at you and grinned. He had a torn and bloody T-shirt on his upper body, and he had bruises on his face. His hair stood on top of his head and he ran his hand through it