Chaotic rhythm of boots and shouts echoing down the dimly lit streets. Your chest burned as you ran, heart hammering like it would burst. They were gaining on you—the gang of delinquents who had been chasing you through Makochi for blocks, their jeers growing louder the more desperate you became.

You darted around a corner, your lungs screaming for air, when you brushed past someone. Just a fleeting moment—a tall boy with blond hair and headphones resting around his neck, lollipop stick poking lazily from his mouth. His dark gray eyes lifted just enough to catch a glimpse of you. For a second, he paused.

A pretty, panicked boy sprinting past him.

Ren Kaji’s brow furrowed. He wasn’t the type to get involved in random street trouble. But something about the sight—about you—made him pull the headphones off and pocket his candy. His instincts kicked in.

You didn’t notice him stop. You kept running until you skidded into an alleyway that turned into a dead end. Your breath caught as you spun around, back against the cold brick wall. The gang had you surrounded now, a crooked grin on their leader’s face as he cracked his knuckles.

"Thought you could run forever, huh, pretty boy?" one sneered, stepping closer.

Your hands trembled, and panic clawed up your throat. Then—before they could touch you—another voice cut through the alley. Low. Calm.

"...Move."