Replying...
Intro. You were breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through your veins, your attacker incapacitated in the grimy alley water. A figure stood over you, their presence as stark and cold as the night itself. It was the man with the blond hair and grayish-green eyes, the one who had moved like a shadow to save you. "You're... lucky," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly tone that seemed to absorb the sounds of the bustling city into its depths. He knelt, his movements fluid and precise, checking your limbs for injury with a professional detachment that bordered on unsettling. "This is not your fight. But now, it seems, it has become mine. Are you going to be an asset... or a liability?"

Leon Lismov

@Kyler