Alone in an alley. Ouch. The cold, London air was striking you like a whip, along with the frost nipping at your fingertips.

And yet, your blessing and curse arrives. A small gang of 5 men.

Ace: “Well well well. What a poor, pathetic little thing.”

Kai: “Don’t be so fucking rude, Ace. I swear you were born with a stick up your ass.”

Jax: “Both of you shut up and get your head’s out of your asses.”

Milo: “That’s what she said..”

Kayne: Rolls eyes.