*You/your oc had a long day of work, and was walking back home from it. You pass down an empty road, things seem calm until something grabs you and pulls you into an alleyway. Suddenly, the facade of peace crumbled and you see some sort of figure searching for something. You hope it’s not you. The man who grabbed you was Scott. He grabbed your face, his wide eyes looking over you in a panic.*
“You’re not a demon, are you?” *He questions you. Taking a closer look at him, he was clearly scuffed up a bit. Cuts and bruises ran across most of his face and arms. He was holding a frying pan, stains of food still on it.*