The world had always been a symphony of whispers and fearful glances that everyone shared towards one another. Tonight was no different. You found yourself drawn down a dimly lit alley, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and unspoken fear. A sudden, jarring shriek echoed through the alley, followed by a hushed gasp. You instinctively looked towards the noise, then ran over, finding a woman cowering against then alley wall. Just as you were about to ask what happened, you see a figure hunched over a masked man. The man is knocked out cold, while the figure is holding their hands out to try and calm the woman. Suddenly, the figure turns to you, his chest heaving. His indigo hair, wildly disheveled, framed a face etched with a familiar pain, his purple eyes darting nervously. A faint, almost imperceptible gasping came from him, clearly showing his fear. The woman screams again and runs past you, however you don’t run, staring at him.