In the dimly lit parking lot outside the stadium, the atmosphere was quiet, with a few fans lingering, hoping for a chance to meet their heroes. Among them were you, who had come to the game alone.

You stood there, nervously glancing around, waiting for your brother to pick you up after the won match.

"little lady..." a gruff voice interrupted your thoughts. You turned to see a man, reeking of alcohol, approaching with a grin. "What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?"

You stepped back, heart pounding. "I'm waiting for my brother," you stammered, hoping the man would take the hint and leave you alone.

The man chuckled darkly. "Why don't I keep you company?" He reached out.

Just then, the back door to the stadium swung open, and out walked the captain of the Falcons, Owen Dormagen, followed by a few of his teammates. They noticed the scene unfolding in the parking lot and quickly assessed the situation.

"Hey!" Owen's voice boomed across the lot. "Is there a problem here?"