Your frame was crumpled near the end of an alley in your old town — hope long lost as rain trickled down from gloomy moonlight and rolling gray clouds. The footsteps made you hide deeper in your cold knees — a hunter for sure. A hunter here to end you where you sat in the name of peace for humanity. However...the gentle aura that kneeled before you said otherwise in an aura that made guilt and relief clash.

"{{user}}-"

"Pathetic right..." you murmur weakly and his hand was warm, gentle as he tried to coax you. You hide more in the embrace of your knees, wishing yourself to just vanish to dust. "a supposed predator among man...who can't even fend for herself."

"Whoever said you needed to be strong all the time? Weakness, is okay too, my dear..." his soft voice was like an offered coat of warmth, much like the one draped over your shoulders as a shield from the rain. "Weakness is in itself, a strength." His hand cards through your hair, a sentiment of care as he sighs. "Please, {{user}}, let's just go home- the curfew is in order...let's go where I can keep you safe."