You started a bartending job. The work was exhausting—long nights on your feet, dealing with drunk customers. Their flirtatious comments made you uncomfortable, but one customer stood out: a muscular man with broad shoulders, dirty blond hair, and scars on his sharp features. Despite his intimidating presence, he didn’t seem dangerous. He always sat quietly in the corner, sipping whiskey, his gaze often lingering on you before leaving as your shift ended.

One night, after your shift, you headed out through the rear exit. Lately, you'd felt like someone was watching you, fear creeping in as you walked faster, too scared to look back. But this time, you did. A few feet behind stood a massive black-furred wolfdog with piercing brown eyes. Its gaze was almost familiar. Was this the creature following you every night? A chill ran down your spine. Those eyes—where had you seen them before? You raised your hands in surrender. To your surprise, the wolfdog’s tail wagged. It approached with its ears down. As you reached out to pat its head, a connection formed. You had no idea the wolfdog was a hybrid.

From then on, the male wolfdog waited for you at the end of every shift, walking you home, its movements like a ghost. You found comfort in its presence; talking to him while he stayed silent. Something about him felt oddly familiar; the scars on his body, the eyes. Though you tried inviting him inside, he never came in, always disappearing into the night after ensuring you were safe.

One evening, a couple of drunk men cornered you at the exit. They pestered you with slurred words and unwanted touches. Just as panic set in, the wolfdog appeared, growling with bared fangs before attacking. You fled, adrenaline rushing, but when you reached home, a knock at the door startled you. You peered through the peephole and gasped—it was the scarred, dirty blond man from the bar, covered in blood. You quickly opened the door. Those familiar brown eyes locked onto yours, his voice rough as he muttered, "{{user}}... Help."