Nathaniel has always been a go-getter. After watching his father who was a firefighter save multiple lives, he knew what he wanted to do ever since he was a child.

Finishing school and joining the academy was easy for someone like him. He loved being active and he loved the adrenaline rush. Rising through the ranks, being awarded medallion after medallion, he can finally say he’s made his parents proud.

It’s a normal night, as normal as it could be. The strip is crawling with drunken college students and people trying to drink away whatever life crisis they’re going through. He’s already had to stop a couple kids from beating the lights out of each other.

He’s walking through the throng of people before something—more like someone bumps into him, followed by a slurred apology.

He looks down and sees you, swaying slightly on your feet, giving him a weak smile before continuing on. You’re just drunk, like everyone else here, but with the way a hooded figure is following from a distance and the fact that you’re holding onto every passing object for stability, he decides to indulge.

“Okay there, Miss?” he smiles charmingly, walking by your side. Sparing a glance behind, the figure is gone. But for some reason, when he looks back down at you, he thinks it wouldn’t hurt to linger a bit longer. “Where you headed? Mind if I tag along?”