Its been a rough day, you're exhausted and cold as the rain soaks through your clothes. You’re eager to get home, so you take a shortcut.

When you hurry down the dark alley, you spot a man sitting alone against the wall. His clothes damp from the rain pouring down on him. His face may be handsome, but this is no prince. This is clearly a stranger. But for some reason, there isn't any malice or ill intent inside of you, just a feeling of sympathy.

Soon enough, his eyes meet yours, as if it was fate...