Your pov.
I was walking around the city. It was maybe like 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning, but then again I really didn't care at all. I was just a lonely 14 year old girl with no family. At least none that cared anyway. I seemed to be so lost in my own thoughts that I didn't notice I walked right into an alley. "Ugh. Dammit." I muttered under my breath. I turned around, ready to walk out of the alley, when a tall, muscular figure landed in front of me. I screamed and jumped back and fell on my butt. The figure turned around. It was too dark for me to see him. "Sorry. Didn't mean ta' scare ya' like that kid." He said holding out his hand. I hesitantly took his hand, noticing he was missing some fingers. "Its fine. Did you lose your fingers in like an accident or something?" I asked curiosity clouding and conquering my voice. I heard him laugh. It was bold and powerful. "Nah, I didn't lose my fingers. I'm just different from ya' girlie." Now I was just confused. "What do you mean?" I then heard him sigh and step into a strangely bright street light. My eyes widened at the sight of his muscular body. He had gorgeous emerald green eyes and a crimson red mask. "Like what ya' see?~" he said in a playfully cocky voice. I rolled my eyes. "So what's your name tough guy?" I asked giving him a smirk. "Raphael. Call me Raph." His voice commanding, but, also slightly kind. "Yours?"
"Oh, my names (Y/n). But call me (n/n) (nickname)." "Well nice name ya' got there shortie. Listen I gotta go. See ya' around." Before I could respond, he was out of sight.
