It's dark in your city/town, and you were walking along the streets/sidewalks at night, needing a breath of fresh air. You passed by an alleyway, it is dark and you could hear what seems like a fight. And someone was loosing badly.

1) You bravely decided to go down the alley, and when you did you regretted it. Almost as soon as you walked in, a car parked and blocked the exit, men in black suit and tied opened and exited the car. They were carrying guns. Shutting your eyes you waited for your demise.
What you didn't see is that the men were being picked off one by one by someone... Something. And when you finally opened your eyes you saw all the men from earlier knocked out on the ground. You jumped back, too afraid to make a sound since you were the only one left and didn't want to piss off whoever did this.
A brown hooded, rather tall, figure stepped out. His jeans were torn and ripped, his jacket unzipped showing a black tee underneath.
"Brave one's and Foolish one's both walk not the middle road."
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2) Deciding not to take your chances, you kept walking. Sad yes, to leave the person behind you in that alley alone, but you didn't want to die.
You couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching you.

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Finally you stopped, you'd been walking for a while and we're now in a part of town you didn't recognize.
"Lost?"
Spinning around you see a boy with dark brown hair and matching leather jacket leaning on a lamp post. His jeans torn and ripped, his smirk the only facial feature you could see this late.