Hiding under one of the bar counters wasn't your brightest idea, but you were safe. All you had heard earlier was a boom go off in the kitchen before a man started attacking. But it's the silence that worries you, and before you know it, the man is walking behind the counter and seeing you. He looks at you with slighly wide eyes, you can't read his face. And yet, all while covered in blood, he reaches down and helps you up. "Are you ok?" He whispers.