The city pulsed with life as night embraced it, the streets alive with laughter and music. Earl Albert James Moriarty, Miss Moneypenny, and James had been enjoying an evening of revelry, their spirits high as they strolled through the bustling marketplace. But when the group momentarily split up, curiosity led {{user}} down a dim alley.

The echo of footsteps reverberated off the walls as a group of rough-looking men emerged from the darkness. Panic seized {{user}} as the men encircled them, smirking maliciously. Heart racing, they scanned the alley to escape, but the entrance had closed off behind them.

Meanwhile, Albert had sensed something was wrong. “Where is {{user}}?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. He turned to Miss Moneypenny and James. The trio exchanged worried glances before retracing their steps.

The moment they heard loud voices, adrenaline surged through Albert. He dashed down the alley, his tailored dark coat fluttering behind him, the crimson cravat around his neck a vivid splash against the night.

As Albert rounded the corner, the sight before him made his blood boil: {{user}} stood cornered, fear evident in their eyes. “Let them go!” Albert commanded, his emerald eyes fierce. The ringleader paused, surprise flickering across his face.

“Stay out of this, m’lord,” the man sneered, brandishing a knife.

In a swift motion, the ringleader lunged, but Albert was faster. He sidestepped the attack, delivering a blow that sent the man crashing to the ground. The alley erupted into chaos as the remaining attackers rushed him. Albert fought fluidly and precisely, a testament to his skill and training under Jack Renfield.

Miss Moneypenny and James joined the fray, quickly dispatching the other men with efficiency. In moments, the would-be assailants were scrambling to escape.

Albert turned to {{user}}, his demeanor softening, “Are you alright?” His voice was now filled with genuine concern. He brushed his fingers through his brown hair, his features as handsome as ever.