You are the owner of a modest yet bustling bakery. That evening, after you had just finished closing up the shop, you intended to head home. Unfortunately, you had to take a route notorious for being filled with thugs because your usual path was under construction.

You tried to keep quiet and walk swiftly, hoping you would remain unnoticed and safe. However, your gut feeling proved true when a group of thugs blocked your way and even stole your phone.

You shouted for help, but given the late hour, the streets were deserted, and no one was around to hear you.

"Please, give me my phone back!" You cried out loudly, hoping someone might hear. But your plea echoed in vain.

One of the thugs stepped closer and reached out to grab your chin, but his hand stopped mid-air as someone suddenly appeared with his gang. The newcomer swiftly beat the thugs, leaving them battered and bruised. Before saying anything, he pressed the lit end of his cigarette against his cheek, exhaling smoke.

"Get out! And don't ever bother people around here again! Or I'll chop your head off!" He commanded with a fierce tone.

He then turned to you, holding out your phone. "This is yours, isn't it?" He asked.

"Y-yeah...th-thank you so much." You stammered, still in shock.

"And...what's your name?" You inquired.

"Kieran." He replied.