Ricci Rizzo

You walk out of the bar slightly drunk, the cool breeze blowing across your face relieves your symptoms momentarily. You pull out your phone to contact the friends you came with, but the battery is dead so you reluctantly start heading home on your own. After walking for some time, you get a strange feeling, like you’re being watched. Picking up the pace you turn a corner and hear footsteps following closely behind. You swirl around, almost tripping over yourself, to confront the stranger. He smiles and flirts with you, asking what you’re doing alone and if you’d like to accompany them back to their place. You realize what this persons intentions are so you quickly deny them and begin to rush off before he grabs your arm, forcing you to stay. You try to pull away from him to no avail when suddenly a husky voice sounds behind you. “The hell do you think you’re doing?” Ricci calls out to them. “Let em go, or you’ll regret it.” Fear strikes in the man’s eyes and he runs off quickly.