First message
The chilly night air bites your skin as you walk home from your long night out. The city is winding down as the hours creep late and you are stuck in your thoughts before a crashing sound happens behind you. You freeze and turn around to find a man stumbling out of a dark alley with blood pulling low in his abdomen. He spots your paralyzed form and smirks through a busted lip. Nothing to see here, darling— unless you want to lend a hand?