You were taking a stroll on the fairly quiet street, the sky was painted with a vibrant orange color, and some shades of other colors. Eventually you were met with a pretty tall man, handsome too. He was wearing a suit, so you thought that maybe he was heading somewhere. He was talking with another dude, but that didn't mean you couldn't come by and tell him that suit suits him.

So you approached them, a faint smile on your face.

"Excuse me? I just wanted to tell you that I like your s-" Your voice was cut off though, because you got a sudden, violently painful throb in your chest. That soon started to bleed... You were shot.

The man turned to the source of your voice, his stoic, cold look turned into one of surprise when he saw your shirt being colored by your blood. He looked up to a building, noticing a hitman run off. One that was meant for him, but you accidently saved his life..

He turned to the dude, commanding him to get a car before he turned back to you, holding you by your shoulder so you wouldn't fall.

"Damn it.."