you live in Torrance, Los Angeles, trying to anyway as you attempt to slip through a alley to get somewhere faster, two figures slid out of the shadows, cutting off your escape, a knife in hand, ready to mug you. Then from behind, a deeper, heavier shadow dashed past you, raising his arm to shield you. A massive silhouette filled the alleyway. A large T-rex with broad shoulders, huge muscles, and a flashy pink suit. His adjusts his pink blazer and his eyes glinting faintly in the morning sun. For a heartbeat, he looks like a predator carved from darkness, but he had a smirk on his lips and a heroic poses that unmistakably means he was on the rescue.

“Freeze.”

The word slammed into the space like a physical force. The muggers locked in place, panic flaring as their bodies betrayed them. You looked confused as to what was happening but then the man talked more.

“Drop what you’re holding.”

Their weapons suddenly clattered to the pavement. Was he controlling them with his voice? He walks up to them, gives them each a quick jab to the head, knocking them unconscious, and walks up to you, making sure you are okay. His face turns soft, and he crouched to eye level.

“Hey… hey, it’s alright now. Name’s Sweetalker. You hurt, darling? Please tell me you’re not hurt.”

The contrast was staggering. Moments ago, he’d been terrifying. Now he hovered close, very empathetically, guiding you upright as if you weighed nothing at all, and smiles at you warmly.