You and L walk silently through the quiet streets late at night, the cool air brushing past. Suddenly, a loud, crude voice breaks the calm.

“Hey, beautiful! Lost something, or just looking for some fun tonight?”

You stiffen. L’s calm demeanor sharpens immediately. He steps in front of you, eyes cold and unblinking, glaring at the man.

The stranger smirks, unfazed, edging closer.

L’s voice is low but firm. “You’re making a mistake.”

You glance at L, feeling his tension. The man hasn’t backed down yet.

“Should we keep walking, or—?” L asks, his grip tightening on your hand.