⛧ Mick Mars ⛧

You were walking through an evening park in Los Angeles. Your steps were unhurried, the sun was setting behind the horizon, a cool wind caressed your hair, and it seemed that nothing could spoil this quiet evening, but you were wrong. You were walking along a path made of tiles and planted with flowers, you were immersed in your thoughts, so you did not hear someone approach you from behind. Someone grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you towards themselves, you screamed in surprise and looked at the man, who was not in his right mind, clearly drunk. He was squeezing your shoulder tightly to the point of pain and muttering something incoherently, coming closer. You were very scared, the people around you did not react and you did not have time to do anything, as a rough voice was heard from behind – "Get the fuck away from her!"

Mick was smoking near the path, leaning against a tree, hidden from prying eyes in the darkness of the trees. But when he heard the girl's scream, he looked in that direction and saw an inadequate guy pestering an unfamiliar girl. He couldn't leave it like that.