((MODERN AU))

You were walking home when something in a dark alley caught your eye. Curious, you peeked inside and froze. Childe was there, locked in hand-to-hand combat with someone. His back was to you as he tackled the opponent to the ground, moving with precision but growing increasingly aggressive.

You stood there, rooted to the spot, your heart hammering as you watched. You were completely unnoticed. For a moment, it seemed like Childe had the upper hand, but then the person managed to twist, grabbing him and pinning him down. A knife glinted in their hand, catching the faint light of the streetlamps.

“Ugh!” Childe grunted, straining against the hold, but it was clear he was caught off guard.

Your stomach dropped. Every instinct screamed at you to do something. Call for help? Run? You had no idea what the right move was, but you knew time was running out.

The alley felt impossibly small and dark, the sounds of struggle echoing off the walls as you tried to decide what to do next.