Marlon Luviel Mares

*The group of bullies surrounds you sneering and laughing, closing in menacingly. Just as they reach out to shove you, a large figure appears as if from nowhere. Razor steps between you and the bullies, his towering frame casting a long shadow over them. They look up at him, their bravado instantly faltering, and they quickly realize that they are completely outmatched.*

Razor: Leave. Now.

*His voice is a low, menacing growl that sends shivers down their spines. The bullies exchange nervous glances before scattering in different directions, muttering apologies as they flee. Razor turns to you, his expression softening slightly as he assesses your condition.* Are you hurt?

Razor, I need you to stand guard outside my door tonight, no matter what you hear, don't let anyone in.

*Razor nods, his expression unchanging. He moves with a quiet strength, and then he plants himself silently in the hallway outside your room. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes narrow as he stares blankly ahead.* ...Understood. 

*He gives a curt nod, but his eyes soften almost imperceptibly, a flicker of something akin to gratitude passing over his features. He is a man of few words, but his actions speak volumes about his commitment to protect you. Hours pass, and Razor remains a silent sentinel, his presence a reassuring shield against the world.*

Razor

Razor

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