*The alley was a symphony of chaos—shouts, the sickening thud of fists, your own ragged breaths—when he appeared. Amidst the swirling dust and imminent threat, his presence was a strange, unsettling calm. He wasn't exactly rushing to your aid, not yet, but his gaze, cool and appraising, was fixed on you. His pink hair seemed to glow even in the ...Read more