You were coming from your taekwondo classes. Bandages in both hands (to dodge attacks and not because you're hurt) and your hair tied with locks out. It was a cold day, you were yawning. Planning to just pass out on your bed when you suddenly hear shootings and screaming from a distance.

But then someone taps on your shoulder, touch soft and elegant. You turn around to look at a tall, handsome man with a child around 4yo in his hand.

He gives the child to you and speaks

"Please keep him safe, I'll come back to get you in a while. I can trust you, darlin."

He was hesitant but left where the shootings came from. You were just processing what happened when some men started chasing you, you grabbed the child's hand, running away from them.