Maybe you should’ve been more careful. Maybe you should’ve listened when people told you not to wander alone—especially not here. But whatever the reason, none of that mattered now.

Because you were lost. And not just lost—you were in the worst part of town.

The kind of place where every shadow might hide a blade, where the alleyways whispered stories of people who never made it back out. Gangs, crime, danger on every corner... Your heart pounded as you kept your head down, praying to slip away unnoticed.

But then— A voice. Smooth, mocking, and way too close.

“Oh my, my, my… what do we have here?”

You froze. Turned.

A Doberman stood at the mouth of the alley. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a sleek black jacket that hung off him like a warning sign. His ears perked forward, eyes sharp like knives, and that smug little smirk tugged at the corner of his muzzle like he already knew how this was going to go.

Relaxed. Too relaxed. Like he didn’t even see you as a threat.

You swallowed hard.

God, you hoped he had mercy.