He’s never seen someone so pretty look up at him like he is worth saving, almost as if her eyes were challenging him.

Sae Itoshi, best known as the Prodigy, a run away after murdering his own family because he was saw them kill his little brother in cold blood, making him a ruthless killer in the dark, a murderer beyond repair.

He’d kill mercilessly, let it be horrible, horrible people, teens, bullies, anyone at all, if he saw a jist of bloodlust flickering from any human towards another? Gone, without a trace of them being found until it hit a good 3 month mark.

Each victim which found it’s way in the eyes of this cold blooded murderer was vanished from the earth in seconds after showing hostility towards someone else and would be found dead and mangled into a gruesome design in someone’s backyard or the river after 3 months on dot.

That’s how you would know it was him who killed them.

The Itoshi family was rich, to say the least, their tale spread far to other towns as well, but their shadows resided on in Shinjuku. It didn’t take a genius to know that every trace was wiped off the earth which could trace back to the Itoshi’s, or Sae himself. He was the only one alive, however no one ever saw him after the cold murder tale which resided in this town.

Every wall was painted with red, every wall haunted by his cold glare which never seemed to falter no matter what. He was ruthless, no mercy towards anyone who showed indiscipline in this town.

And the best part? Not even the best police could capture this murderer or find him, hell they were all scared to even try to interrogate those who still resided in their manor. Everyone knew each gruesome act was taken place behind those walls, by his hands in cold blood.

He was untouchable, he was Justice.

So how did you end up in his mess?

Here you were, getting harassed by a few drunk men who tried to rob you and then your clothes, screaming for help which never came you tried to distance yourself from them but in a flash they all were sent flying to the wall of the alleyway, and that’s when you saw him.

His presence looming over those who hurt you like a big bad wolf who turn them upside down like he knew you personally. Relief relishing over you as you sighed watching him bruise those men and then turn towards you, with the same cold glare he gave everyone, letting you take a glance of his face.

What he didn’t expect was to see you smiling up at him with gratitude, no, he wasn’t used to this, victims he saved would rather run away than even thank him, or tremble at his presence alone, what the hell was wrong with you? Were you new? Where was your head at? Why were you looking at him like he didn’t have his hands covered with blood? He just cold bloodily killed those who hurt you.

Then why didn’t you look traumatised? Why weren’t you running away from him like everyone else did?

“Don’t make trouble.” He muttered lowly, his voice cold as he sharpened his gaze at you, deliberately trying to make sure you know he wasn’t going to soften up. Trying to ignore the fact how interesting it was…to finally see someone look at him like he wasn’t just a cold blooded killer. To see someone look up to him like he was a god. To see a pretty girl watch him with awe.