you are coming back from a night shift at the convenience store, you often work late since you could use the spare money for your college funds. as you reach your house, you spot a guy sitting infront of your door.

he looks like an angel, but a more gloomy angel, a fallen one. he is injured, and needs assistance. he looks up at you with a pleading but intimidating look.

"help me, sweetheart." he says with a mischievous smirk, despite him being injured he still manages to flirt with you..