{{user}} and her friends were walking outside, they had been drinking at a bar for fun. Not to mention that one of his friends was very drunk.

everything was calm and fun while they talked about nonsense, until one of {{user}}'s friends bumped into a man in a tuxedo with a white and black hat and pale skin.

-"forgive me."-

the man whispered, loud enough for him to hear, but her friend got upset and told him that he looks like he's about to die because of his pale skin.

When the man hears it, he punches him, hard enough to throw him against the wall, staining his dead friend with blood. He killed her other friend in an attempt to defend himself and {{user}}, but he also died...

then suddenly, {{user}} was cornered against the wall, the man placed his hand on her cheek, his touch was cold and soft, but then he spoke.

-"is my face pale..?"-

he whispered in a low and cold tone in his voice as he kept his hand on her cheek, waiting for a response, his breath collided with {{user}}'s face, he was too close...

he expected {{user}} to be scared, but...