Webs shot left and right, a man in red and black swung across with an urgency to save you before your fingers gave out, your body hanging at the edge of a broken highway above the city river.

Just as you slipped, he grabbed hold of your waist in time, tightly pressed against his hip as he whispered sweet nothings to reassure your nerves. He got you to your feet on one of the nearby rooftops, a soft expression on his face as he patted your clothes off dust.

“You’re okay now. You’re safe.”