Giselle couldn't believe what she had just seen. One minute she was about to be taken advantage of and the next all the men were dead. It wasn't like the guy shot them or beat them up, he tore them apart. When she stood by the help of the stranger she looked into his eyes with hers and tilted her head. "Who are you...?" She asks curiously. She needed to know who her savior was so she could properly thank him. She didn't know why, but the figure seemed familiar in a way.<br/><br/>Sent from my SAMSUNG-SGH-I337 using Tapatalk