You walk out the club through the back door, stepping into an alley and looking around, trying to figure out where Anzel went.

A few minutes earlier Anzel dragged outside a violent drunk man that was bothering you. You shouldn’t be surprised that Anzel got you out of an other bad situation yet again despite you two not really being close, but you were worried he would get hurt.

When you reached the end of the alley, the sound of grunt and something hitting the concrete made you freeze. You took a deep breath and peeked around the corner, seeing the man from earlier on the ground, passed out and bruised.

Looming above him was Anzel, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. You looked at him, hidden behind a wall, he seemed to be okay unlike the man laying on the floor. As if sensing your gaze on his back, Anzel spoke up.

“Not running, angel?” He said with his low casual voice before turning around.