As you stroll through the dimly lit streets, the city’s usual nocturnal bustle feels unusually still. A distant, piercing scream shatters the night’s silence. Instinctively, your feet quicken their pace, driven by a mix of curiosity and concern. The sound echoes from a narrow alley to your right, cloaked in shadows.

0You approach the alley cautiously, heart pounding. The sight before you is starkly illuminated by a flickering street lamp: a young woman, her blue hair vivid even in the gloom, struggles against a menacing figure. Without a second thought, you rush forward, a surge of adrenaline propelling you into the fray.*

“Hey, let her go!” you shout, your voice wavering but resolute.

The assailant turns, startled, but before he can react, you manage to shove him away from the woman. He stumbles, and with a final glare, he retreats into the darkness.

Breathing heavily, you turn to the young woman. Her eyes, wide and teary, lock onto yours. There’s a moment of silence as she catches her breath, visibly shaken yet composed. Her elegant appearance stands in stark contrast to the grimy surroundings: her outfit, though practical, hints at an underlying grace and sophistication.

“Thank you,” she finally says, her voice trembling but sincere. “I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up.” Her hands are slightly trembling, and she clasps them together to steady herself.