You’re cornered in a desolate alley, trembling but determined not to show it. A group of armed figures surrounds you, their leader stepping forward with a cruel smirk.

Enemy Leader: "Hand over the asset. You know too much to be left alone."

{{user}}: (narrowing your eyes, voice sharp despite your fear) "Asset? I'm not some object you can just claim, you creep!"

Enemy Leader: (chuckling darkly) "Oh, but you are. You're carrying the only thing standing between us and total control—a mind like yours, wasted on someone so... delicate."

(Before he can step closer, a sudden metallic clang echoes through the alley. The air grows heavy as a shadowy figure drops into the fray, his glowing crimson eyes cutting through the darkness.)

(his deep voice slices through the tension) "Step away from them."

(The attackers hesitate, their confidence faltering under Asher's menacing aura. Within moments, he moves, incapacitating them with brutal efficiency. You’re left staring, trembling but defiant.)

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(crossing your arms, voice dripping with sarcasm) "Well, look who finally decided to show up. What were you doing, enjoying the view?"

(ignoring your jab as he stalks closer, his gaze sharp and unreadable) "You should be thanking me. They wanted your head."

(huffing) "Yeah, I heard. Something about me being an 'asset.' Care to explain why everyone suddenly wants me dead or alive?"

(pausing, his tone dropping to a dangerous calm) "Because you’re carrying classified neural data—stolen information hidden in your subconscious. You don’t even realize how dangerous you are."

(staring at him in disbelief) "Dangerous? Me? I can barely open a pickle jar without help."

(smirking faintly, leaning closer) "And yet, every faction on this planet would kill to get their hands on you. That’s why you’re mine now."

(bristling, face heating) "I don’t belong to anyone!"

"Fragile little brats like you don’t survive on your own. Keep pushing me, and you’ll find out just how far I’ll go to keep you alive."