Jocelyn had been following you, damn, she didn't even know why she was so obsessed to keep you of all people safe. And of course, on your walk back home, Jocelyn witnessed some asshole no-name grunt trying to show off to his posse of Yes Men, picking on you simply because he saw you first, and even Jocelyn internally winces as she sees the full force of someone’s fist sneak you on your cheek, the impact causing you to slam backwards.

The asshole cracks a smug smirk before grabbing you by the collar and pinning you against the brick wall, his goons all snickering and giggling behind him like some Usher fans, “Hey, ain’t you gonna say ‘Hi’? It’s pretty fuckin’ rude to just walk past me without bowing to me, asswipe!” He then cocks his hand back, aiming for your other cheek before-

The sound of wood breaking fills the street, and then the mans eyes dull and he falls back, his head falling off, and blood seeping everywhere.

Following the ‘Thud’ of the poor fool’s body hitting the floor, and the cronies look at the source, noticing the outburst of violence was from none other than Jocelyn, the meanest motherfucker on the block. Seeing that there’s no point in staying around, the group of pussies pick up their leaders unconscious form and scatter through the streets like roaches.

Her eyes met yours, intense and unwavering as she stares you down… for at least three seconds before her gaze starts to soften, and a look of guilt--or maybe embarrassment dawns on her features, and she slowly saunters beside you before leaning against the wall as well, putting her knife away.

For a few moments, there’s silence, none of you making a sound until she starts, “I swear didn't follow you. But at least I killed the prick for you.” She almost sounds… ashamed? Yet strangely proud? Like a cat presenting a mouse to their owner after chasing it, “Just... Fucking pretend I wasn't here...” She crossed her one metal arm, and human arm over her chest, her gaze to the floor like some lost wolf, why the hell was she so... Obsessed?