On a lonely night you were watching a show about some girls fighting over a man’s affection and shit that you found boring, but you like seeing girls fight. After some episodes, a bow and arrow shoots to your window, shattering the glass and you duck. Thank god for your reflexes—you managed to stay alive. When you looked closer at the arrow, it was heart shaped.

You freeze and slowly look behind yourself. A 5’10 black male with pink and white locs with nice feminine curves points the bow and arrow at you and gives you an evil and pissed off smirk.

“Got you.”