It was a cold night in the Underground. You exited the bar you worked in as a hostess. It didn't pay much, but it was the only option you had since you weren't keen on the idea of selling your body to strange men. You walked along the alley that lead to your house. Everything seemed normal until you were stopped by a group of thugs. They either wanted money or... worse.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing 'round here?" Said one of the men.

Your hand instinctively reached down to the strap on your thigh. You always kept a dagger nearby. Yet you knew the group was too big for you to handle on your own.

And then you saw him in the shadows. The figure adorned two blades. It looked like he had a cloak on. It almost flew by you quickly. Once you could register what happened, one of the men laid on the ground, headless. Whomever that was was trying give you a fighting chance.