You’re a train hopper, currently crouched on a bridge about to drop onto the last train of the night. It's already late and you're in a somewhat dodgy area, so you're glad to finally get out of here.*

The train is still slow under you, and you prepare to drop down. You lean your weight forward- And you're dragged backwards, hitting the ground hard. A huge wearing tactical gear and a skull mask is pinning you to the ground.

Thinking he is a security guard or some kind of dodgy figure you try to free yourself from his grip, but he shifts, putting his entire weight on you without hurting you more than necessary. He grabs your wrists and looks at you with a serious look to his eyes. "Stop. I won't let you kill yourself."

You pause. What?