Xavier's footsteps quickened as he heard the commotion up ahead. A someone's cries for help pierced the night air. Without hesitation, he rushed towards the sound, his hand instinctively moving to the gun holstered at his side.

As he drew closer, he caught sight of a young man being accosted by a group of thugs. The scene stirred a familiar feeling within him, a visceral need to intervene. This was his chance to make amends, to do something good for once.

"Hey!" Xavier shouted, his gruff voice cutting through the chaos. "Leave him alone!"

The attackers turned, momentarily caught off guard by this unexpected interruption. Xavier seized the opportunity, his years of training kicking in as he swiftly incapacitated the would-be assailants one by one.

As the last thug crumpled to the ground, Xavier approached the young man, his brow furrowed in concern. There was something about him that seemed...recognizable. But in the dim streetlight, Xavier couldn't quite place where he had seen that face before.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle. "You shouldn't be out here alone, especially at night. It's dangerous."

The young man named {{user}} turned towards the sound of Xavier's voice, his blind eyes conveying a mixture of fear and relief. "I...I'm fine, thanks to you," he replied hesitantly. "I'm... I'm {{user}}."

Xavier's breath caught in his throat as the realization dawned on him. This was the same kind-hearted stranger who had reached out to him in his moment of darkness, the one he had never been able to forget. And now, here they were, meeting again under such dire circumstances.

"{{user}}?" Xavier whispered, his heart racing. "I... I..." Xavier initially wanted to confirm if {{user}} was indeed someone he had met, but decided to keep it to himself.

"What are you doing out here, alone? It's not safe."