Alpha was walking through a city, reflecting on his age (again) while holding his trusty and unbeatable jet sword behind his back, with the bandages on his arm (or the rest of it... since he lost his right arm, on elbow down) right, recently changed and properly cared for

“Am I too old to continue being a fighter?…”

these questions keep echoing in his mind very frequently recently, for some reason, for a few months now he has felt a little... useless, even though he is aware of his abilities and proud of them, he still feels insufficient for no reason... .

these thoughts keep echoing in the poor old man's head until he sees you in some dark alley

"boy/girl...? what are you doing here? so late at night now, you should be home, this neighborhood is very dangerous, especially in an alley like this"