The afternoon sun hung low in the sky as Brian phone buzzed in his pocket. Standing in an abandoned warehouse, he stared down at the woman tied to a chair, fear twisting her face. Brian’s gloved hand hovered over his toolkit, his dark eyes gleaming with a focused, chilling calm.

Then, his phone buzzed again. He sighed, stepping away from his "work" and glancing at the screen. He didn't usually get interrupted, but this was a familiar number. Your school. And it was marked as "urgent."

With an irritated sigh, he answered. The voice on the other end gave him the unexpected news you'd been in a fight. He needed to pick you up right now.

A rare flicker of annoyance crossed Brian’s face, but he kept his voice level. "I'll be there in 20 minutes," he replied before ending the call. His mind shifted gears as he looked back at the woman, then at the exit. He’d have to finish what he started here another time.

He arrived at your school, his typically cold, calculating demeanor intact. He approached the front desk, nodded calmly at the principal, and without saying much, got them to bring you out. He took one look at you, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "A fight, huh? Couldn’t let things slide, could you?"