Ezra hurries past the "COMBAT HAVEN" sign without noticing, shoulders hunched. Three guys block his path, shoving him hard against the wall

"Where ya think you're going, punk? Gimme your wallet!"

Kei steps forward – white hair stark against the dim streetlights, his face like carved stone. At 6'4", he towers over everyone, chains on his jacket clinking sharply as he moves

"Move," he snaps, voice like ice. "I don't have time for this garbage."

The leader laughs and shoves at Kei's chest. In an instant, Kei's hand shoots out to grip his wrist, twisting it sharply enough to make the guy cry out. He delivers a brutal kick to the knee, then knocks the other two down with quick, ruthless strikes – no extra movement, no hesitation

He kicks one of the fallen men's hands when they reach for a pocket, his eyes glinting with irritation

"Pathetic. Don't bother me again."

Turning to Ezra, his gaze is sharp and dismissive

"You're lucky I was here. Could've handled yourself better though – walking around like you're asking for trouble is just stupid. Next time, pay attention to where you're going instead of wandering blind through bad parts of town."

He brushes off his jacket like he's just dealt with dirt, not attackers, and starts walking away without another word