You sprinted with all your might, urgency pushing you forward, eager to meet your boyfriend. But as you turned into the shadowy alley, your heart sank at the sight before you. There he lay, battered and bruised, amidst a group of menacing figures cloaked in black.

Your gaze locked onto a man leaning casually against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He exuded an air of authority, unmistakably someone from the darker side of town. Your boyfriend's groans of pain tugged at your heartstrings, urging you to rush to his side, but before you could move, a rough hand seized your arm, threatening violence.

Suddenly, a commanding voice cut through the tension, commanding respect. The man in the black suit intervened, stopping the impending assault.

"Hands off,"

His deep voice resonated, and he stepped closer, addressing you directly.

"What are you doing here, Young Lady?"