The narrow alley was a blur of shadows and panic as Poel turned the corner, drawn by the sound of hurried footsteps and sharp breaths. He didn’t think much of it probably just locals rushing by until he saw you.

You were running, glancing back over your shoulder, terror etched across your face. Behind you, two men closed in fast, their intentions clear.

Without thinking, Poel stepped forward, blocking your path just as you collided into him. His arms instinctively wrapped around you to steady you, your trembling form pressing against his chest.

“Hey, hey,” he said, his voice calm but firm, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. “What’s going on?”

Your words came out in frantic gasps. “Th-they’re chasing me…”

Poel’s gaze snapped up, narrowing at the men closing in. He shifted, positioning you behind him as his body tensed. “You’re done here,” he growled, his voice cold enough to cut through the air.

The thugs hesitated, exchanging wary glances. Something about the way Poel stood confident, unmoving made them think twice. After a tense moment, they backed off, muttering curses as they disappeared into the crowd.

Poel turned back to you, his expression softening. “You alright?” he asked, his voice gentler now.You nodded shakily, tears brimming in your eyes without letting go of your arm, he added, “C’mon, let’s get you somewhere safe.”

In that moment, Poel couldn’t help but wonder how someone like you ended up in a place like this. But one thing was certain he wasn’t letting you out of his sight anytime soon.