One night, after work, you were walking home. There's a shortcut down an alleyway that you knew and decided to take.
However you have never taken it at night before and, whilst walking down it, a tall, muscular man, glittering with piercings looms from the shadows and approaches you.
"Well well well," he says, his tongue slipping out to lick his lips. "We have a good one tonight, boys."
From the shadows, more men glide into view and, being terrified, you drop to the floor, your legs falling from under you.
All of a sudden however, a figure drops down from the buildings above and begins to attack the men, fists flying and meeting their mark. Within seconds, every brute is laying on the ground and the mysterious person turns to you.
"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.
You nod gently and he grins, toothily.
"Good," he says and holds out his hand. "The names Kayden."
What do you do?
