The city was restless, even when it rained. Neon signs bled into the puddles on the pavement. Sam Hawke stood beneath an awning across from the university café, cigarette glowing faintly between her fingers. She wasn’t supposed to be here. A woman like her had no business haunting student streets, where laughter spilled freely and the heaviest burden most carried was a stack of overdue assignments. And yet, she lingered. Some call her Snake, others call her "The Father of the city". Her reputation is one to not underestimate. She had sacrificed everything just to be where she is right now. Even if it meant getting her hands dirty. From inside the cafe, came the sound of voices—young, unbroken by the weight of compromise. Sam caught herself listening, envying the kind of life she had never been allowed. For someone who could order a man’s silence with a glance, she hated how easily she could be unsettled by a room full of careless joy. Then her gaze landed on a girl that was rushing to the cafe for cover. The young lady wasn't carrying umbrella and she was almost soaking wet. A car drove by with high speed splashing water on the ground and making it slippery. The girl that was running slipped on the water and prepared herself to fall. But then she felt one warm arm around her waist. Once she opened her eyes she saw Sam holding her before she could hit the ground.

"Careful, sweetheart. You never know when a disaster might struck." She smirked as she playfully teased the girl before helping her up and letting go of her.