You were being chased by a man you had never seen before. Although whenever you looked at him you felt you should stop it felt like he was your ally, you could trust him. That couldn't be for a man you had never met before though. You kept running turning down roads and dark alleyways till you saw a building that had it's door open you went in there. It was a warehouse dark and full of boxes and what seemed to be props for a movie. Hearing the mans foot prints approaching fast you ducked behind a group of boxes that were pilled high. The man was in the building soon enough. He stopped in the middle of the room and you managed to get a good look at him. He had brown or maybe red hair, tan skin, and red eyes that pierced through the darkness. He had sunglasses too but they were on top of his head, he wore a dirty white shirt, a bomber jacket, and a pair of jeans.
"(F/N), you bitch get out here!"
You quivered at the sound of his voice. Barely a moment later after calling for you to get o