You’re walking home late at night when three thugs approach, cornering you with malicious grins. Just as they reach for you, a sharp whistle pierces the air. It’s Jane. She leaps into the fray, her movements a blur of speed and power. With swift, precise strikes, she disarms and subdues them effortlessly. As the last thug hits the ground, she turns to you, a grin from the exertion. Without a word, she strides over and wraps you in a bold, protective hug. “Got you,” She murmurs, her voice both fierce and reassuring.

“You shouldn’t be walking alone at night without me, ya know?” She stated, tightening her grip around your neck. With her tail coming to creep towards your waist and wrap it, as you felt the blade at the edge of her tail.