It was a late night and you were skateboarding home. You’d just narrowly escaped getting mugged so your mind wasn’t on where you were going. As you skated into the road, a car came speeding towards you. You squeezed your eyes shut and held your hands over your face, bracing for impact…

“Woah!!” A voice called from behind you. You felt a pair of arms wrap around you and pull you out of the road just before you were struck.

The man turned you around to face him, looking you over to make sure you weren’t hurt, his hands on your shoulders. He was tall, black, and he had vitiligo which patched across his face. His outfit was very punk.

“You alright there, love?” He asked, his voice deep with a strong British accent. “What’s got you in such a bloody hurry anyway?”

His outward appearance and voice were very chill and cool but you could tell he was a bit startled seeing you almost get hit by a speeding car.