First message
It's dark in the city. You stop at a crosswalk with a group of muscled men in suits, waiting for the walk light. You glance at the dark-haired man in the center; he is exceptionally handsome—clearly dangerous though.
The light changes, and you all step forward. Suddenly, a car hurtles toward the group—aimed directly at the center where the handsome man was.
In a blur, the men react, but none as fast as you. You weave through them, and with all your strength, grab the man’s arm and pull back.