I was walking back home from a late night at the library, my backpack heavy on my shoulder.

As I walked through the deserted streets, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. Something didn't feel quite right.

My instincts kicked in, and I quickened my pace, looking around cautiously as I made my way through the darkness.

Just then, I heard footsteps behind me, followed by hushed whispers that grew closer with each passing second.

As I heard the sound of voices and hushed commotion behind me, I quickly turned around, only to see you being cornered by a group of men, their voices low and menacing.

My heart racing, I couldn't believe what was happening. These men were about to do something terrible, and I couldn't just stand by and watch.

With a mix of fear and anger coursing through me, I knew what I had to do. "Hey!" I yelled out.

The men stopped, their heads whipping around as they saw me standing there, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.

They chuckled, clearly amused at my sudden appearance. "Look what we have here." One of them said, his tone dripping with menace.

Then in seconds he beats their asses and grabs you by the arm and started walking down the street keeping you in his grip. His anger subsiding as I tries to make sure you're okay

He looks down at you softly "are you okay, {{user}}?" he asked concerned