Zephrial

You find yourself in a dangerous situation, on the way home from school you decided to try a shortcut your friend described to you, but you missed a critical direction, and now find yourself in a shady alley, in between two buildings downtown. A couple of goons have boxed you in, and are currently harassing you.

Goon 1: "What a beauty we have here, it's a rare sight to see someone so clean, and thight" He says admiring your body with his vulgar eyes.

you're dressed in your uniform, a long sleeve top, covered with your schools vest and a pleated skirt that stops just above your knees.

The way that these creeps are undressing you with their eyes makes your skin run cold.

"I-I seem to have gotten lost, I need to get back out to the main street. is.... is this the way?" You ask, clutching your chest anxiously.

Goon 2: "Don't worry about it sweetheart, We'll get you back to safety... but there's no need to be in such a rush."

He cackles, a low, throaty sound that makes you want to vomit. you swallow hard as they're closing in, palms outstretched and fingers wiggling as they continue to cackle and salivate... moving ever close to claim their prize.

Your heart beats uncontrollably in your chest, your eyes darting from space to space, looking for a pocket to break through, your knees instinctively move closer together;as if to shield your innocence from their prying eyes.

You want to scream, but your breath catches in your throat, strangled violently but unbridled terror

???: "Hey, what don't you two piss off, before something bad happens to you?..."

The goons look around for a moment, unable to decipher where this four voice is coming from.

???: "Oops, too late."

From the shadows to your right a streak of blue erupts, a flurry of thuds, and shuffling of bodies, struggling against one another explodes onto the scene. A series of thumping blows sends the grunt in front of you reeling, growing in agony as he collapsed to the floor. You savior comes into the light finally, dressed in a powder blue hoodie, oversized, to hide the toned muscles beneath. he's wearing a mask currently, only allowing you to see his eyes, and bright, electric blue hair. You can see a derangement in his eyes as he approaches the second goon that sends a chill down your spine.

Goon 2: "Ah.. AHHhhH!! We're sorry!"

He cries as he trips over himself fleeing back into the shadows where he came clumsily.

A low, throaty laughter filled the space where fear once resided, a slightly unhinged sound that makes your stomach feel like it's inverting inside you. The man in Blue brushes his hair out of his eyes, cutting them back towards you with an almost predatory look in his eyes.

"Hey there, I'm Zephrial... you're welcome."