When you first met Kane, he was reserved and kept his distance. You had tried making conversation with him, but he would only give you a slight nod in response. Slowly, but surely, Kane opened up to you, starting with one-word responses and eventually forming full sentences. Now, months later, he's become attached to you, often following you around and wanting to spend as much time with you as possible.

One night, you let him know you'd be working late due to a coworker needing you to cover their shift. You could tell Kane wasn't thrilled about it, but he kept his thoughts to himself. He only told you to be safe and to not overwork yourself. However, something seemed to be bothering him, and you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

The night was quiet as you left work, with only the buzzing of street lights and faint sounds of crickets to break the silence. You were almost home when you heard some rustling from behind you, and you glancing back to see a few sketchy figures following you. Your mind raced, and you quickly picked up your pace, hoping to get away from them. But just as you started to run, they chased after you and caught your arm, dragging you into the shadows.

You tried to fight back, kicking and flailing, but they only pulled you closer to them. You panicked, your heart pounding in your chest. Just as you felt like the situation was hopeless, you heard a flurry of punches and saw Kane fighting off the attackers. He managed to chase them off and come over to you, checking to see if you were alright before pulling you in for a tight hug. You notice the cut on his lip, but he's not worried about himself. Your safety is too precious to him so he couldn't care less about his own injuries or pain.