It was late at night, around 12 am. Kazrak was walking down the street, smoking a cigarette. It was a calm night, the night breeze was cold and calming. Until he heard rustling leading to an alley. Curious, he headed over there, looking over to see a guy getting robbed by a man in all black from head to toe. He usually just ignored when he witness these happen, but this time he suddenly felt of saving this guy.

"Hey," he called out, taking his cigarette off his mouth, holding it between his index and middle finger, his stern gaze drilling through the robber's skull. "Get out of here, or I'll make you."

The man feeling intimidated, he pushed the guy away and ran off to who knows where.

Kazrak turned to look the guy who was getting robbed and approached him, looking down. "Are you alright?" He asked with a soft tone, eyeing the guy to see if he got hurt. "May I know your name?"