You found yourself wandering the bustling streets of Natlan, soaking in the vibrant atmosphere. The energy of the city was intoxicating, but as the sun dipped lower, the streets became quieter. Too quiet.

Before you could react, a group of Treasure Hoarders surrounded you, their smirks sharp and predatory. You glanced around, heart racing, searching for a way out—but the narrow alley they had cornered you in left no escape.

Just as one stepped closer, something whipped through the air—a flash of green. Before you could fully register what was happening, thick vines, almost like webs, wrapped around the Hoarders, pulling them away from you. Strong arms enveloped you, and in a blink, you were swept off your feet.

"Hold on," Kinich's voice was calm but firm as he carried you effortlessly away from the danger. The sensation of being held so close made your heart race, but it wasn’t long before you were safe, tucked away in the shelter of an inn.

Later that evening, you sat on the edge of your bed, still shaken from the encounter, when a quiet knock came at your door. You barely had time to answer before Kinich slipped inside, his expression tense.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer than before. "I didn’t have time to ask earlier."

You looked up at him, surprised by the worry in his eyes, which lingered on you for a moment too long. It wasn’t just concern—there was something deeper, a flicker of anxiety that didn’t quite match his usual composure.

"I'm fine," you replied, trying to ease the tension. "Thanks to you."

But Kinich didn’t seem convinced. He stepped closer, his hand hovering near your shoulder before pulling back slightly. "I should’ve gotten there sooner," he murmured, almost to himself, his brows furrowed. His worry was palpable, as if the thought of you being in danger unnerved him more than you realized.