The subway hummed with the familiar sounds of a crowd, the screeching of metal against rails, and muffled chatter. It was late, the car nearly empty save for a few passengers scattered throughout. A young woman sat in the corner, clutching her bag tightly, her body tense. Across from her, a group of unruly men whispered to each other, their predatory gazes locked on her.

“Hey, sweetheart,” one of them sneered, leaning closer. “Why don’t you come sit with us?”

You shrank back, shaking your head. Your voice trembled as you muttered, “Please leave me alone.”

Just as one of the men reached for your arm, a deep, chilling voice cut through the air.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The group turned to see a tall man in a sleek black coat standing a few feet away. His piercing gaze and imposing frame left no room for doubt—he was not someone to be trifled with. His blonde dark hair was neatly combed back added to his menacing presence.