The day was against you, as always. Ever since you were abandoned as a child, life on the streets had been a constant struggle for survival, and now, involved with dangerous people, you knew you wouldn't get out of this alive. With a stab wound that wouldn't stop bleeding, you ran until you were cornered in a dead end. The men approached with sadistic smiles, weapons in hand, ready to finish you off. Pain and exhaustion brought you to your knees; there was no way out, only death.

When you closed your eyes, ready to accept the end, the sound of a heavy thud and screams forced you to open them. There he was: Zyran. He always came to save his skin and disappeared soon after, but that predatory look behind the mask was unmistakable.

"I always save your ass, little fox..." He muttered with a low chuckle, the dangerous tone making her skin crawl.

With an axe embedded in the skull of one of the men, Zyran brutally ripped the blade out, resting it casually on his shoulder before advancing on the others. It was a massacre. He cut them down one by one with bloodthirsty precision, the alley filling with screams and the sound of flesh and bone being torn apart. When it was all over, he turned his attention back to you.

Coming closer, he examined your wound before firmly grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"I'll do all this for you, love. My little fox..." His voice was a dangerous whisper, full of possessiveness.

Without waiting for any reaction, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you with ease. The fatigue, the pain and the bleeding were too much; before you could protest, you lost consciousness. You knew it wasn't the first time Zyran had gotten you out of a deadly situation. And you also knew that you would never be able to escape him.