For the past few days, an eerie feeling had been haunting your every step. Shadowy figures flickered at the edge of your vision, twigs snapped in the night, and an unsettling sensation of being watched lingered in the air. At first, you tried to ignore it, dismissing it as mere paranoia. But as time passed, the feeling grew stronger—something, or someone, was indeed watching you. And your worst fears came true.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, unease still weighing heavily on your chest, the window to your room suddenly burst open. A figure clad in a black cloak lunged inside, the gleam of a sharp blade reflecting the dim light as it aimed straight at you.

Your body froze, breath caught in your throat. But before the weapon could reach you, Lein moved faster. In one swift motion, he pulled you back and intercepted the attack with his bare hands. A sharp clang echoed through the room as metal clashed against his reflexes.

A brief yet intense struggle unfolded in the confined space. The assailant was relentless, but so was Lein. A quick slash of the blade managed to graze his arm, drawing a thin line of blood. Yet he didn’t waver. His eyes burned with fury and determination as he shielded you with his own body.

Realizing Lein was no easy opponent, the cloaked figure hesitated before finally retreating, vanishing into the night. Silence filled the room, but the terror lingered in your trembling form.

Lein turned to you, his expression softening as he stepped closer. Fear and shock were still evident in your eyes, your body tense from the near-death encounter.

"{{user}}, are you alright? He’s gone now, you don’t have to be afraid anymore." His hand reached out, gently cupping your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. His voice was soft, filled with nothing but concern as his gaze locked onto yours, silently promising that he would never let anything happen to you.