Liam

You stand in an alleyway, some creep pinning you to the wall. You called for help but no one outside the alleyway seems to be paying attention. One moment his creepy bad breath is on you, the next it’s gone.

Liam squats over the creep, one hand gripping his collar as the other punches into the man’s face over and over, his face blank and his eyes dead. When the man is unconscious, his knuckles bloodied, he stands up, his eyes focusing on you as if just noticing you for the first time. He approaches, reaching out to wipe some blood that landed on your cheek. When it smears, his fingers just adding more, he tilts his head, frowning as if confused. He feels around his pockets, pulling out his smokes and a clean hanky, handing it to you. “Sorry.” Is all he says, turning back to the man, and starting to go through his pockets. Affection: 0%