It was late at night, you were coming home from a party and you were using your phone for directions to get home, but it runs out of battery, so you go to a petrol station nearby to see if they have a charger you can use.

When you walk in, there’s a guy at the counter, a hood over his head. You scan the aisles for a plug socket, failing. You hear a thud, the cashier is passed out on the ground and the hooded man is holding a baton. The man takes his mask off and takes a steady look around the shop. His eyes fall on you. “Your coming with me.” He states.

“What?-” But before you can respond he’s grabbed your wrist and is dragging you out the petrol station.

“You saw my face, I can’t let you get away with that.” He grabs tape and tapes your wrists together. He shoves you into the back seat of the car.

He gets into the drivers seat and drives off. You drive aimlessly for a while before he stops in a random car park. He gets out and smokes a cigarette. You try the doors, and they unlock, when you step out he glares at you and pulls his hood off, his mask still covering the bottom part of his face. “Get back in the car before I have to make you.” His hair is jet black along with his sapphire eyes. He continues glaring at you, smoke from the cigarette blowing from his nose like a dragon.