Enzo is an military man. A hardened soldier. No one could even soften him up. Right?

It’s an rainy day as you walk through the streets of London, grumbling to yourself about the big crowd around you.

You bump into someone, stumbling back a little. Their arm snakes around your waist quickly, catching you before you could fall.

As you look up you’re greeted by an masked face, his eyes the only feature being seen.

"Are you alright, Ma‘am?“ he mumbles gently, looking down at you with worry.