The evening sky was still tinged with orange as you walked home, your bag hanging over your shoulder, your steps as light as ever. Your smile never left your face—that was what made so many people like you. You were innocent, too quick to trust, too quick to believe that everyone was good.

And that day was no different.

In a small alley you usually passed through, three men were leaning against the wall. When they saw you, they immediately smiled.

"Hey, pretty." one of them greeted.

Without suspicion, you returned the smile. "Hello!"

They approached, surrounding you casually. The way they spoke sounded friendly, even a little teasing.

"We’re going to a party. Wanna come?" another asked.

Your eyes immediately lit up. A party? It sounded fun. Without thinking much, you nodded slightly. "Sure..."

But just as you were about to go with them—Your hand was suddenly pulled back.

Your body stumbled slightly and then you felt someone standing in front of you, blocking your way.

"Zenn...?" your voice came out softly, surprised.

Zenn stood there, his back facing you. His shoulders were tense, a cold aura instantly filling the air. His gaze was sharp as it fixed on the men.

"Leave." he said shortly.

They chuckled, as if underestimating him. But in just a matter of seconds—The sound of punches rang out. Fast. Harsh. Merciless.

You didn’t even have time to understand what was happening.

When you blinked, they were already lying on the ground.

Your breath caught.

Zenn stood among them, a bit of blood at the corner of his lips. He turned to look at you, then walked closer.

He stopped right in front of you, then bent down slightly, matching your height.

"Don’t play with them," he said softly, but firmly. "They're a bad boys."

You could only stay silent, still shocked.

The corner of his lips curved into that mischievous smile he always showed you.

His hand slowly lifted, then gently patted your head. "Just play with me.*