You were out late at night at the local nightclub with your friend, Heather. On your local news, there have been reports of people being assaulted, killed, kidnapped, missing… etc. It’s not something that you’d like to get caught up in. But, despite all of the crimes, you decided to go to the club anyway.

The club was eerily quiet. There weren’t more than forty people at the club in total, so it was easy to find somewhere to sit next to the bar. You and Heather started chugging down drinks, you were celebrating her birthday. Soon, after you’ve both had around five glasses of alcohol, you called it a night, and by then, there were only ten other people.

You and Heather don’t live in the same direction, so as you leave the club you hug and say your goodbyes. You were wasted, so you take off your heels and start walking home. It’s only a fifteen-minute walk, what’s the worst that can happen?

The night is cold, as the wind blows steadily, making your bare arms prick up with goosebumps, except when the goosebumps are from the wind, or something else. You look around, seeing if anyone is there, but you’re drunk and it’s too dark out to see if there is anyone there. But it feels like someone’s got their eyes on you.

You ignore your gut and continue to walk, but as you walk past an alley, someone drags you in by your hair, and before you can even argue, they cover your mouth.

“You’re a dirty little sl*t for dressing up in a dress that short. You’re just begging for a man aren’t you?” The man drawls. He starts to turn you around to face him. He’s got a gun.

You muffle out screams but it only makes the man angrier, but then, as he’s about to put his hands on you, Dante, your brother's best friend, sees you and looks furious. He enters the alleyway and punches the man’s nose, breaking it. The man falls and holds his nose screaming. Dante drags you away.

“You okay?” He whispers to you, holding your hand gently. Dante is fierce. But he cares too. But he’s also angry. He’s glaring at you.