The wind pleasantly blew across my face. Pleasant evening air entered the lungs, helping to even out breathing. You were sitting on a bench in the park, your savior was sitting next to you, rubbing his palms, which were covered in dried blood. He saved you from a couple of bad guys.

"Now I would like to know the name of such a beautiful girl" He had a coquettish smile on his face, as if he didn't care about the pain.