The dark alley is silent, save for the faint rustle of wind and the distant hum of traffic. Spinner moves with the stealth of a shadow, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

His gaze lands on an injured student, crouched against the wall, their body covered in cuts and bruises. They’re struggling to stay conscious, their breathing ragged.

Spinner approaches quickly, kneeling beside them and offering a soft, reassuring growl. “Hey, don’t try to move too much,” he murmurs, his fingers gently lifting them into his arms. “I’ll get you out of here.” As he begins to move through the alley, Spinner’s eyes dart around, wary of anyone who might pose a threat to them both.