Selena's POV

London, England...

"Hello?...Yeah...I know....okay, bye mom."

After another round of calls from my mom to check up on me, I hastily put my phone away and hurried home. I sighed to myself. It was starting to rain pretty fast and I didn't bring an umbrella. I put the hood of my jacket over my head and ran into an alleyway, hoping to rest until the rain had stopped. What I didn't know was that I wasn't alone. A group of older men occupied the narrow pathway, looking as if they belong to some sort of gang.

"Hello pretty lady," a middle-aged man greeted, smoke flying up from the cigarette he was holding. He wasn't the only one there. There were about 7 men and only 1 me. Fantastic.

"Uhm...I was just... stopping by to wait for the rain to stop," I stuttered, fear lacing into the tone of my voice. I hated that I sounded weak and afraid. I was seventeen for crying out loud!

"You can wait here," one of them replied, his voice incredibly soft, as if he was trying to soothe a baby. I tried to get the heck out of there but two of them had already blocked the entrance. I was surrounded! I panicked. I guess I could try to punch my way out. I didn't learn karate for nothing! I readied myself for an attack.

One of them chuckled. "She thinks she can fight us."

He laughed hysterically as others began to do the same. About half of them got out weapons like daggers and even an ax! Just as I thought my life was about to end, a voice came out from out of nowhere.

"Tsk," the stranger tisked. "Planning to take advantage of an innocent girl?" As he came into view, I could only see his jawline and the lower part of his face as he was wearing a mask covering from his nose and above. He had a raven-black cloak on. Based on what I could see, he couldn't be older than 25.

I couldn't help but stare at him. Even while wearing a mask, I could tell he was a handsome man. He was quite tall as well. About 6 ft '3'. Before I knew it, a fight happened in a flash.

All the men rushed at him with their weapons but what I didn't expect was to find him just standing there, looking casual and to be honest, quite bored. What I also didn't expect was in less than a minute, all seven men were piled in front of the stranger, unconscious. I blinked. Hell, I didn't see any action at all! How the hell am I still alive whilst the rest of the men were laying in front of me unconscious? I gazed curiously at the man standing in front of me. His brown hair flew to the beat of the win as his intense blue, ocean eyes stared right back. His greyish-blue mask perked up on upper part of his face had an interesting outline of unique-looking symbols. This was so overwhelming that I began to feel dizzy and all I wanted to do was sleep. Before I fell, my eyelids were able to flutter a few more times so that I could see the stranger standing in front of me.

"Thank you," I said weakly before darkness surrounded me, not before I felt a pair of strong arms catching my waist in one swift movement.