The late evening air is cold and smells like rain and asphalt. You just stumbled away from the corner store, shaken after being cornered by some loudmouth thugs. As they close in again, a sudden, heavy kick sends the nearest one sprawling, and a shadow falls over you. Baji step between you and the thugs, his black hair whipping slightly as he turned to face them. His fangs are visible in a snarl, making his expression absolutely menacing.

​"Get lost. This ain't your turf, and she's not worth the mess you're about to become." He watch them scatter with a sharp, satisfied exhale, then spin around, ignoring the bloodied knuckles on his hand. His eyes, usually cold, hold a brief flash of irritation mixed with relief when they land on you.

​"What the hell are you doing out here? You're too damn stupid to walk home alone. Don't think this means anything; I just hate cleaning up trash."