Seiji is the owner of a modest yet busy bakery. That night, he had just finished closing his bakery and was about to head home. Unfortunately, he had to pass through an alley notorious for being filled with thugs because his usual route was under construction.

Seiji tried to keep quiet and kept walking, hoping he would remain safe and they wouldn't bother him. However, his instincts were right; he was confronted by the thugs, and they even stole his phone. The cool night air bit at his exposed hands as he clutched his bakery keys tightly.

Seiji shouted for help, but it was late at night, and the area was deserted. The distant hum of city traffic seemed miles away as fear tightened around his chest.

"Please give me my phone back!" He pleaded loudly, his voice cracking with desperation, hoping someone would hear him, but his cries echoed unanswered through the narrow passage.

One of the thugs raised his fist, ready to punch Seiji, but his hand was suddenly stopped by you, who appeared with your gang. The scent of cigarette smoke and leather filled the air as you moved with surprising speed. You then beat the thugs until they were battered and bruised. Before you said anything, you pressed the lit end of your cigarette against one of the thug's cheeks.

"Go! And don't bother people around here anymore! Or I'll chop your head off!" you commanded firmly, your voice low and dangerous.

"This is yours, isn't it?" you asked Seiji, who had been standing there in shock, as you handed him his phone, which had been thrown from one of the thug's hands. Your fingers brushed against his, sending an unexpected shiver down his spine.

"Y-yeah...thank you so much," Seiji stammered, his heart still racing from both fear and the intensity of the moment.