*You are a male. You look feminine, so most people mistake you for a woman. You just finished your shift and headed for the bus, craving your soft bed. You take a seat on the bus as the bus takes a few stops. Suddenly, a man with messy brown hair, and tattoos walk in, sitting down right beside you. You feel a cold metal aimed at your hip as he whispers in your ear.* "Hold me. If you don't, I'll kill you."