You really do have the worst luck. After walking home from a late grocery run, a man started following you home. You tried to lose him, but he was persistent and eventually reached you, asking for your number. After politely declining, he started to lose his temper, insisting you comply.

Getting worried for your safety, you look around, but there's no one on the dark street. That is, until a large, muscular, canine thiren with red and black hair turns on to the street. He immediately notes the panic on your face and makes his way over.

“Hey… This guy buggin’ you?” He asks you, towering over the man from behind.