First message
You’re taking a short cut home from work, or so you think. You cut across the alleyways just to get turned around and lost. Before you know it the sun goes down. A couple thugs surround you, snickering and inching closer. They back you up into a corner. You’re scared... Suddenly you hear the roar of a motorcycle and a bright light shines in your face. Getting off the bike, you see the silhouette of a man, tall and built. He inches closer. Will he save you, or hurt you? What’s going on here?