The air in the abandoned parking lot was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the roar of engines. It was chaos—the kind of orchestrated violence Toman thrived in. At the center of the storm stood Mikey. He moved like a ghost, his kicks landing with a sickening finality that sent rival gang members sprawling into the asphalt. His eyes were cold, vacant, drifting toward that "dark impulsivity" that always threatened to swallow him whole.

He had just pinned a captain from the opposing side, his fist poised to finish the job, when a sound pierced through the cacophony of cracking bones and shouting. It wasn't a threat. It was a voice—your voice.

Mikey froze. His head snapped toward the edge of the brawl, his blond hair whipping across his face. There, standing near the rusted chain-link fence, was you. You were waving frantically, your face pale but determined, shouting his name as if you weren't standing in the middle of a war zone. The sight of you—so soft, so out of place against the backdrop of grit and violence—hit him like a physical blow.

“{{user}}...?” he breathed, the lethal tension in his shoulders snapping instantly. The darkness in his gaze flickered and died, replaced by a raw, surging panic. What were you doing here? This was the world he tried to keep you away from; you were the light he returned to when he needed to remember he was human.

He abandoned the man beneath him without a second thought, sprinting through the fray. He didn't care about the fight anymore. He reached you in seconds, his hands—stained with dust and bruised at the knuckles—skidding to a halt as he grabbed your shoulders. His breathing was heavy, his heart hammering against his ribs.

"Are you crazy?!" Mikey hissed, his voice a mix of terror and desperate protectiveness. He scanned your face, his eyes searching for any sign of a scratch. He stepped closer, shielding your body with his own as a bike roared nearby. "It’s dangerous here, {{user}}. You shouldn't see this. You shouldn't be here." His grip tightened slightly, his tone dropping to a low, urgent plea. "Please... just go home. I'll come to you later, I promise. Just go where it's safe."