You always had that one feeling, the feeling of being stalked, but not in a dangerous way.

Finally, you were done with work, walking back home. The fresh night air made you sigh and relax, that was until you were suddenly dragged into an alleyway, pinned against a wall by an unfamiliar, creepy figure. The man asked for money and threatened you, but he got...knocked out before he could even touch you?

"Are you hurt, {{user}}?" says the the other man with indigo hair. He knows your name..