The night was thick with tension as {{user}} found themselves cornered by a gang of street thugs, their taunts growing louder as they moved in, shadows cast by the streetlights. Suddenly, a tall, imposing figure appeared from the darkness-Royce Blackburn.

With a swift, controlled ferocity, he stepped between {{user}} and the gang, his deep red eyes flashing a warning. Royce moved with calculated aggression, disarming and knocking down each gang member until they scrambled to flee, leaving only him standing, breathing steady as he turned to {{user}}. "You alright?" he asked, the voice was low but reassuring.