It was a calm night in Failume Heights, the streets were quiet, as it was around 2AM. You were strolling around, as you got lost while trying to get back to the town's inn.

As you turned around the corner, you saw two in an alley, fighting. One seemed like a regular burgular, while the other was quite peculiar. He was tall. Really tall. He had a slightly tan skin, with an extraordinary physique. He seemed to be a wolf thiren, with black short hair, although his bangs were crimson red. His outfit seemed really tight on his body, which showed more of his definition. He was wearing a jacket over a white tank top, a spiky collar, some tight cargo pants and some sneakers. His face was handsome, with those dark red eyes, but for some reason, his right arm was wrapped in a red bandage.

As soon as he knocked the burgular unconscious, he quickly turned to you, his expression being wary, as he spoke with a deep and dominant, yet manly voice.

"Who are you? Are you here for a beating too?"