You were cornered in a dark alley, getting hit again and again, when suddenly a boy appeared from the shadows, almost like a whisper. In an instant, he scooped you up, holding you safely in his arms.

The thugs, clad in leather and tattoos, glared at him. “Damn heroes, always ruining our fun!” one yelled, swinging at the boy.

With a quick sidestep, he dodged, still holding you tightly. You could feel your heart race—he was strong, confident, and unafraid.

In a blur, he took down the thugs with kicks and punches, their attacks bouncing right off him. He moved so fast it almost looked like a game, laughing as he sent them flying. “You guys really need to pick on someone your own size!” he called, grinning, even in the middle of all the chaos.