"Take my hand, love."

Who was this man? He just appearaed out of the shadows, and beat up every single man trying to harass you in this dark alleyway. He reached a pale hand out to you, a cold, yet gentle expression on his face.

All of your life, you had always miraculously escaped death. From when you were born to present day, you've always attracted danger and death.

And now, a man eerily stood infront of you, holding his hand out to you. It was almost as if he represented death.