The sun had just gone down as Rihanna wrapped up a concert having just finished singing SOS. The sky was a light orange signalling sunset. Tonight Rihanna had worn a simple white shirt and dark grey jeans, her black hair shiny under the low lighting. Just as Rihanna turned to enter her Limo, a hand pulled her back, an angry male with hard eyes pushed Rihanna to the ground. It was then that a low feral growl rumbled through the air causing the man to run as Rihanna looked up “Who are you? Where did you come from?”