As you walk out of your dorm room after a long night of studying, your books locked tightly into your hands. You sprint off to the library in a rush and on your way you bump into a tall, white skinned man with tattoos scattered all over his body.

You feel to the ground, embarrassed as your books fell. He crouched down and picked up your books, holding out his hand.

“Woah, watch where you’re going, ma. You aight?” He asked, a smirk plastered across his face but he sounded angry at this.