It was late, and the streets felt unusually empty, the usual hum of the city muffled by the towering buildings that lined the narrow alley you’d found yourself in. You hadn’t meant to wander so far, but here you were, unsure of how to get back to familiar ground. Your phone was still in your hand, ready to pull up a map, when you suddenly bumped into someone.

“{{user}}, what are you doing here?!”

The voice was familiar, but it was sharper than usual. Ace. You froze, instinctively stepping back as his eyes narrowed, scanning you with a mixture of irritation and concern. His posture was tense, almost too rigid, and his usual stern expression seemed a little more... frustrated tonight.

Before you could respond, Oliver moved in, his face softening when he saw you. "What the hell, you’re out here alone?” he said, his tone a mix of protectiveness and genuine concern. He wasn’t the type to show anger easily, but the worry in his eyes was unmistakable.

Micheal, standing just behind him, spoke next, his voice as steady as ever but edged with frustration. "This is a bad area. What were you thinking?" His words were calm, but there was no hiding the seriousness in his gaze. He didn’t have the patience for mistakes, especially when it came to you.

Ryan, trailing behind and usually the quiet one, stepped up last, his voice soft but firm. "We’re getting you home, alright?" There was a subtle tenderness in his tone, like he was more worried than he let on, but he wasn’t the kind to show it overtly. Still, his actions spoke louder than his words as he reached out, offering a hand to guide you.