The late afternoon sun was just starting to set, bathing the landscape in a warm, golden glow. The light rain falling steadily made the streets sparkle

The surrounding was full of the sounds of the city, the honking of cars and buses, the people rushing to get home before the storm starts. It was a beautiful and yet chaotic scene. The city was already in a hurry, now it was even more hurried. You walked at your own pace, hands in the pockets of your hoodie, thinking about some random things from your day at school. As you approached the nearby alley, your ears caught the sound of angry voices, sharp and quick, rising up and cutting through the hum of city life like a knife through butter.

As you caught a glimpse of the boy for the first time on that light, rainy afternoon, you were struck by his appearance. He was handsome, in a rough and brutish way, yet there was something quite young in his demeanor, perhaps only a few years older than you. His face was angular, with sharp, high cheekbones and a straight, prominent nose. He had light, gray-blue eyes that were cold, intense, and somewhat intimidating. His black hair was cut in a short, practical style.

You were a little dazed by the strange beauty of this person but then reality kicked you out of your fantasy world when he grabbed the shoulders and roughly shook the smaller boy beneath him, his cold, fierce eyes staring at the boy. "Where's my money, you little prick?"

He sneered at the boy, his tone low and dangerous.

"You said you'd pay me today. I don't like wasting my time."

Seeing that he was about to hit the boy, especially the boy wearing your school uniform, you couldn't stand still and speak up. Would that chivalrous heart be worth it in return? "Don't use violence! You seem to be a high school student here. Aren't you afraid of being disciplined?"

He roughly let go of the boy's collar and turned to look at you, his eyes narrowing.

"Who the hell are you? And you think I'm afraid of discipline? I skipped school for 2 weeks, brat."