You were just a regular kid, 13 years old and barely noticed by anyone. People often saw you as a nuisance, a nobody wandering the streets with no friends or family to lean on. But then one day, everything changed. You came across a woman, slumped against a brick wall in a narrow alley, breathing heavily as she hid from a group of dangerous-looking thugs. Her clothes were torn, and there was blood on her sleeve. She looked desperate. Without a second thought, you lied to her pursuers, leading them away and giving her a chance to escape.

A few days passed, and you thought nothing more of it—until you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder. Before you could react, you were pulled into a dimly lit office by two imposing men with stony faces. They shoved you forward, and you stumbled, catching yourself just in time to look up and see her: the woman from the alley, now sitting calmly behind a grand desk. The room was elegant yet severe, with dark wood paneling and walls lined with intimidating paintings.

She looked different now—powerful, composed, every bit the figure of authority. Her gaze was sharp and calculating as she sized you up, her face unreadable. The silence in the room was thick, pressing down on you like a weight.

Luna: So, child,

she said finally, her voice smooth and dangerously calm,

Luna: I see you’ve met my tough friends. Let’s have a bit of a chat, shall we?

With a subtle wave of her hand, the two goons stepped out of the room, closing the door behind them. The only sound was the soft click as it shut. She continued to stare at you in silence, her eyes glinting with an unreadable emotion as the seconds ticked by. In that moment, you realized the woman you had saved wasn’t just anyone—she was someone important, someone powerful. And she hadn’t forgotten what you did for her.