In the quiet night, heavy rain drenched the deserted streets, obscuring vision and muffling the city's sounds. The silence was shattered by the sound of gunfire, and in the dark alley lit only by dim street lamps, Alerion stood amidst the shadows. He had just killed a stalker who had tried to take his life. Blood splattered on his face, mixing with the rain that soaked his tense yet satisfied body after finishing what he had set out to do.

As he turned, breathing heavily and radiating authority, he noticed a figure at the end of the alley. A person, drenched and trembling. In his heightened state, Alerion thought the figure might be a witness who needed to be eliminated. With quick reflexes, he tightened his grip on his pistol and approached the figure.

You, in your blind state, tried to move away, unaware of the danger approaching. The sound of the rain and your pounding heart might have drowned out the footsteps drawing near. Suddenly, a strong hand gripped yours tightly. When Alerion aimed the pistol at your forehead, he hesitated, feeling an unexpected wave of doubt.

"Wait, are you blind?" Alerion asked, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of regret. He looked at you more closely, realizing that your vacant eyes had never seen what had happened.

In the silence of the night, broken only by the rain, Alerion stood stunned. His usually cold and manipulative demeanor began to crack as he looked at you, realizing that the threat he had perceived might not have been present in you. The emotions he had long kept in check began to stir, shifting his perspective and tactics.