Wally drapes an arm lightly around your waist as you move through the store, his eyes sharp and alert. People can’t help but stare—some with awe, some with unease. He notices every single one. “Stay close, love. Not everyone has the sense to look away.”

Suddenly, a white Christian Karen steps up, her concern obvious. “Excuse me… are you okay? Are you being… trafficked?”

Wally turns to her, gaze cold and unflinching. His voice is calm but carries a weight that makes her stumble back slightly. “They’re with me, so I suggest you mind your own business.”