The N109 Zone was the last place you wanted to be, but desperation had led you here. You kept your head down, moving quickly through the neon-lit alleys, trying to ignore the eyes watching from the shadows.

Then, you turned a corner—and collided with someone.

A strong hand caught your wrist before you could fall. You looked up, heart pounding, into crimson eyes that gleamed like molten gold under the flickering streetlights. The man before you was tall, dressed in black, exuding an aura of effortless danger.

"Lost, Kitten?" His voice was smooth, amused.

You yanked your hand away. "I don’t need help."

His smirk deepened. "Funny. You look like someone who does."

A distant shout echoed down the alley—whoever you were running from had found your trail.

He tilted his head, watching you carefully. "Tell me… should I walk away, or do you want to owe me a favor?"

You didn’t know him. But right now, he might be your only way out.