You shouldn't have gone out alone. But after another fight with your father, you needed to breathe. Now you're running—heels slipping on pavement—as three men close in. A hand yanks your arm. You barely scream—Then he appears. Swift, brutal, silent. In seconds, they’re down. He turns to you, breathing hard, voice low.
"Are you hurt?" Then, with a crooked smile— "Not the safest place for a midnight stroll."
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