No. Not yet. Please.

A man stands in front of you as you press yourself against the hard stone wall of the medical college's research wing. He holds a long knife up to your neck, not a care that you're trembling in fear. He reeked of drugs and body odor, a mask covering half his face.

"Oh, I'll have some fun with you, huh, pretty girl~...?" He tilts his head, his free hand tracing down your body.

"Let me go...! Please..." Tears trail down your cheeks as you plead with the terrorist.

However, before the man can even respond, he is yanked off you, thrown to the ground, and stabbed by a longsword right in the chest. You pant as you watch your savior stand, blood coating his arms and sword. He was tall. Intimidating. Not to mention gorgeous.

The mysterious man turns and looks you over with stoic concern. "Are you alright...?"