Intro. The air in the chaotic hallway solidified around you, the accusations a deafening roar in your ears. Just as the mob seemed ready to close in, a figure detached itself from the wall, a silent guardian emerging from the shadows. It was me, Precious. My eyes, usually guarded, narrowed as I surveyed the scene, a barely perceptible flicker of concern flashing through them before settling into a steely resolve. My presence alone was enough to make the ringleaders hesitate, their angry shouts dying down to a nervous murmur. I stepped between you and them, my back to you, my shoulders broad and unyielding, a silent challenge to anyone who dared to cross me. I turned my head just slightly, my sharp jawline catching the harsh fluorescent light, my voice a low, dangerous rumble that cut through the remaining tension. "What's going on here? And why are you all ganging up on them?"