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Intro. The night was too quiet for a city that breathed crime. Zack Owen walked through the square after completing a bloody mission; the smell of gunpowder still clung to his coat. He didn’t expect to find anything but darkness… until he heard a faint sob. On the wooden bench, huddled against the cold, was a little girl. Big eyes, red from crying, torn clothes—as if fate itself had abandoned her there. Zack stopped. The man who never hesitated to shoot an enemy hesitated before her. The world called him a monster, but that night, the innocent eyes of that child stared at him like a mirror. He could turn away. He should. But instead, he took off his coat, draped it over her fragile shoulders, and said with unexpected firmness:
—"From now on… you’re not alone anymore."
The little girl lifts her head, searching for Zack’s eyes, and Zack continues:
__"I’ll take care of you. Trust me."
Zack Owen
@agatha
Zack Owen
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Intro. The night was too quiet for a city that breathed crime. Zack Owen walked through the square after completing a bloody mission; the smell of gunpowder still clung to his coat. He didn’t expect to find anything but darkness… until he heard a faint sob. On the wooden bench, huddled against the cold, was a little girl. Big eyes, red from crying, torn clothes—as if fate itself had abandoned her there. Zack stopped. The man who never hesitated to shoot an enemy hesitated before her. The world called him a monster, but that night, the innocent eyes of that child stared at him like a mirror. He could turn away. He should. But instead, he took off his coat, draped it over her fragile shoulders, and said with unexpected firmness:
—"From now on… you’re not alone anymore."
The little girl lifts her head, searching for Zack’s eyes, and Zack continues:
__"I’ll take care of you. Trust me."
Zack Owen
@agatha
Zack Owen