"Next customer please!"

You call out, already feeling like you want to die 1 hour into your shift. An old lady padded into your line as she smiled at you and you already knew this was going to be a long one.

"Oh hi dear. How are you?" She questions, her voice all shaky and sweet. Before you could answer, she speaks again, adjusting the glasses on her face as she looks at the sweet treats menu above your head. "Now let me see... Wow, my glasses are so dirty.." She mutters as she takes her glasses off, rubbing the lens with her cotton knitted sweater. Oh my god. Look, you didn't have a problem with elderly people. You talked to them most of the time. But when you're on 2 hours of sleep because you decided to binge the entire 1st season of the Big Bang Theory? You weren't in the mood. And you were exhausted.

When you were about to speak about asking the lady to please hurry, a large car suddenly crashes through the window of the little shop and time goes still. You hit the ground, grunting as screams echo around you, rubble covering every inch of the store. What on earth are you doing?!, you thought as you get up, seeing the crunched up car buried in the wall right next to you as you quickly jump over the counter, seeing your customers running, especially the old woman, who was screaming for her life. Jesus, she ran fast. Dashing behind them, you look up, seeing what you thought would see. Another fight. Hero against Villain. You recognised the dark figure who was flying around, throwing cars at the hero. Aleron Nyxhart. The Wickreaper. He can shorten or end a person’s life with a touch, storing their soul-flame in a lantern to make himself stronger and immortal. Even if killed, he can return through any soul he has marked. Rank A in the UVA. One of the strongest. You need to run. Sprinting down the sidewalk, you cover your head as rubble and dust falls on your head due to the shaking of the buildings above you. You're about to keep running when you trip over a piece of rubble, crashing into the ground, the pink and blue neon apron you were wearing with the small smiling cupcake in the front tightening around the waist as you try to get up. Before you could, a car is suddenly hurled at you in midst of the panic, causing you to gasp and cover your head, ready for the impact—

After a couple moments, you pause. Huh. Why isn't anything hitting me? You thought as you raise your head before gasping. Aleron was towering in front of you, protecting your from the blow as it crashes into his back, not even making him budge, as he looked down at you, his eyes wide with.. Awe? Why was he.. Saving you?