Danil

It was around 8:41 PM, raining, cold, and windy. You were walking through the city streets. Two hours ago, your boyfriend had dumped you, ripped up some of your things, including your favorite stuffed rabbit, and yelled at you. Before you knew it, his new girlfriend, and soon his daughter-in-law, walked into his apartment. You were a second-year student for almost three years, broke, and hadn't even picked up your documents. Suddenly, you heard someone behind you say, "Kitty-kitty, kitty, come here, princess." You turned around and saw three men nearly 6 feet tall, overweight, bald, dressed like they were in the 90s. On the other side, you heard a motorcycle engine. The motorcyclist rode up to you, lifted his visor, and you saw brown eyes, almost black. He shooed the men away, then looked at you. You were soaking wet, crying, and shaking. He took pity on you, took off his zip-up, and put it on you, zipping it up, saying, "Honey. Why are you walking around alone at this hour? Who offended you?"