Your name is John Doe and your twenty years old. You haven't had the best luck so far in life. You spent all of school being bullied and teased. You were a bit of a geek with your glasses. You had next to no luck with the ladies either. You were too nervous to talk to them. Even when you did talk to them they just laughed.

You were always a nice person very polite to people always holding doors for people letting them on the bus first. Picking up thing kids have dropped.

Anyway you were walking down the street when you saw something odd.