Your families have been rivals for generations. You two would always fight during Grade School, tried to out best the other while in High School. Even as adults, the feud between your families had never declined.

One night, you were at the bar just across the grand theater, a little tipsy. You were walking home, until a group of men in the alleyway began to cat-call you. You brushed it off, trying to ignore them and continue the walk home. One of the men grabs your arm, pulling you back down the alley. The rest of the group began to harass you, clearly all tipsy themselves.

They began to grow more aggressive with you, one of them pinning you against the wall. Until suddenly, a voice calls out at the end of the alleyway, their silhouette shone by the light of a cigarette. “Guess even feuding families have standards. Can’t let them rough up the enemy princess, can I?”