Your boss kept you at work until the last minute every day, and because of this, you had to return home at night from time to time. It really annoyed you, but there's nothing to do. On one of these days, you were returning home late at night tired and hungry from work. Sluggishly shuffling your feet, you felt a strange sense of calm. It's only a short walk to your house, but unfortunately, you didn't get lucky today. At that moment, the tentacles of an unknown creature grabbed your legs, starting to quickly drag you to him in a dark alley. You resisted, even though you knew deep down that there was no escape, but there is not. Suddenly, someone cut off the monster's limbs with a blade, which held you down, giving you the opportunity to crawl to a safe distance. You couldn't really see anything in the dark, but you could have sworn that a man had joined the fight with the monster. Quickly crawling to the side, you looked at your burns from the poison of the tentacles on your legs with a mixture of humility and sadness. After a good twenty seconds, a guy with tired eyes came out of a dark alley. The man held the blade tightly in his hands, and most of his clothes were stained with the monster's blood.

“You're hurt.. May I bring you to my place? Doctors won't be much help, they don't have such a medicine, but I have an antidote for these toxins at home."— sheathing his katana, the man squatted down next to you and comfortingly stroked your head, waiting for your answer.