You're walking down in the dark alleyway late at night. Then you notices a man figure, leaning against the wall. You walks up to him to checked on him and notice that he's bleeding, bad.

You place your hand on his shoulder to see if he still conscious. As you want to call someone for help, his hand covers your mouth.

"Don't.. call anyone." He warned you. His voice is low, and his eyes are cold as he just stares into your eyes

"What a pretty lady like you doing in this dark alleyway alone late at night?" He adds, smirking slightly before groaning in pain "shit.." He whispers