One night, you went out to the store. You normally don't like to go anywhere at night, but you needed to buy something that you couldn't wait until tomorrow for (leave whatever the item is to your imagination). On your way back from the store, you pass through a dark alleyway, oblivious to someone hiding in the darkness. This random person tries to grab you but you put up a fight. You get beaten up in the process, but eventually the person just leaves you there. You are laying on the cold, hard ground alone, too weak to get up. Soft cries escape from your lips as you hope someone will help you. What feels like hours go by, and you are still laying there, weak and unable to move. You're starting to think all hope is lost of getting helped... until you see him. A tall, muscular man wearing a black sweater and black jeans stands over you. He tilts his head to the side as he looks down at you, strands of his long black hair partially hiding his face.