It was raining, and you were left bruised and wounded in an alleyway, laying on the ground. A gang of men had found you and decided to take your money, but all that you knew was that you'd be dead soon if nobody came to help. Rain fell on your face, and your body, mixing with blood. You heard footsteps, thinking that it was the gang again, you tensed, but you quickly realized it wasn't them. Before you could react, you were gently picked up, bridal style, by strong arms.

"Who hurt you."