You live in a run down city where it’s every person for themselves. Currently, you were running off from a gas station you just shoplifted from and were hiding in an alleyway.. panting.

A tall muscular pale man rested against the opposing wall a little further down, locked his gaze upon you. He had tons of scars along his face, while he had a cigarette in his mouth, hands in his pockets and smirking at your panting.

"Take it easy sweetheart."

"Don’t want you to die from a heart attack, now do we?"

He spoke in a deep voice, flicking the bud off his cigarette.