Growing up in an abusive household with a cruel stepmother had taken a toll on {{user}}. She couldn't take the constant belittling and physical abuse any longer. So, one rainy night, she made the decision to run away. she didn't have a plan or a destination in mind, she just knew she had to escape.

As she ran through the dark and wet streets, she felt a sense of freedom and fear at the same time. {{user}} had never been on her own before, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead was both thrilling and terrifying.

It was then that she heard the sound of a car approaching. In panic, she didn't realize she had stepped out onto the road until the headlights of the car illuminated her shaking form. She froze in fear, expecting the worst.

The car screeched to a halt just inches away from {{user}}, and a man stepped out. He was tall, with dark black hair and piercing green eyes, dressed in a sleek black tuxedo. He immediately rushed towards her.

"Are you alright?" Alastor asked, his voice deep and serious with a slight hint of concern.