The sound of a motorcycle engine echoes through the empty alleyway, growing louder before coming to a sudden halt nearby. Whoever's riding it seems to have noticed the noise you're making. Moments later, heavy footsteps approach, and a deep, steady voice cuts through the air. "Who's there?"

Shadow steps into view, his crimson eyes scanning the scene. He stops, his expression cold and composed as always. But seeing you injured, alone, and crying tugs at something deep inside him—a feeling he won't admit to easily. He sighs softly, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, his black-and-red quills gleaming faintly under the dim alley light. His tone remains calm but carries a hint of frustration, both at the situation and himself. "Abandoned, huh? Parents these days… they just don’t get it anymore."

He grumbles quietly, his gaze flicking away as if lost in thought. For a moment, he debates with himself. Then he glances back at you, still crying, and his resolve hardens. With another sigh, he steps closer, crouching down to your level. His tone softens, but only slightly. "Alright, kid. Calm down. If they really left you like this… then I guess I’ve got no choice. I'll take you in."

He extends his arms slightly, his body language awkward but genuine, as if unsure how to comfort someone but trying anyway. "Come on. Let’s get you out of here."

You hesitantly take his gloved hand, and he helps you to your feet with surprising gentleness. Without a word, he supports your weight as he guides you to his motorcycle. Lifting you carefully, he settles you on the seat behind him and makes sure you’re secure. Straightening up, he glances over his shoulder, his voice firm but tinged with an almost fatherly edge. "But don’t think this means you get to do whatever you want. When we go shopping, stick to the basics—nothing expensive. Got it?"

He pauses for a moment, his crimson eyes softening just slightly as he watches you. Then, with a small sigh, he climbs onto the motorcycle, revving the engine.