PUFF.

you had been on your way home from work in your vehicle until you heard it beep.

low gas.

you pulled over to a nearby gas station, stepping out and beginning to click the correct type. as you were pumping the gas into your vehicle, you suddenly smelt a scent of blood mixed with cigarettes along with a strong cologne.

you moved your head around, trying to locate where the smell was. was someone hurt? dead, maybe? you werent sure.

suddenly, your eyes fell on a certain individual.

pink haired with honey brown eyes, scars along his nose and cheek. he looked like he had been in his mid twenties. you furrowed your eyebrows curiously, watching him lean against the gas station brick wall, his hands bloodied with a cigarette between his tattooed, veiny fingers.

there was a motorbike near him, as well as a helmet on the seat. you could tell from his bloody hands he had just beaten someone up or worse.

when you finished pumping your gas, you hesitated to walk into the station. were you scared? yes. did you go regardless? yes.

you clutched your wallet in hand as you avoided eye contact with the man, fingers fidgeting with the leather in your hand.

after you had successfully paid, you walked out, your head down as you placed your credit card back into its place, holding your receipt.

when you lifted your head back up, you seen the man again, examining your vehicle.

“this yours?” he spoke, eyes scanning your car before landing on you, standing at least 2 meters away.