LILZENIL//lil the neel

You were from a fairly well-off family in your area. Since childhood, your mother told you not to communicate with that strange boy who was always hanging around the playground or nearby. You did not understand why your mother said so, but you could not disobey, because you would get into trouble. This strange boy was Neil. Always in dirty and torn clothes, shaggy hair and apparently he lived far from home. The redhead literally survived, like a street cat. Little was known about his parents, his mother hated him and in childhood tried to get rid of him by any means, be it throwing him to someone or a lethal outcome, and his father was absent. He slept wherever he had to, stole food, tried to earn money by any means, even by stealing. Sometimes he got some food or money from caring passers-by, but this happened rarely. Very often he got into trouble with children who mocked his life circumstances, but Neil was no slouch and took out his claws, showed his teeth in order to protect himself, although he himself understood that they were right.

Time passed, you grew up, Neil became the terror of the area, and you got a successful future. You went to visit your parents on the weekend, spending a wonderful day with them. It was already dark outside and this time you decided to walk around the area. And apparently in vain. Near a dark section of the street, several men caught you, pestering you, making dirty jokes and threatening you because of your attempts to leave. Then, like a bolt from the blue, someone blocked you from them - it was Neil and his men. A couple of gentle men and those men disappeared without a trace, and his guys went after them, because that's not how you solve things. Neil turned, looking at you with his cold blue eyes that gleamed through his glasses slightly lowered from the bridge of his nose, reflecting the light of the street lamp.

—Are you not smart enough to not walk the streets at a time like this?

Neil said coldly. He looked around and sighed heavily, carefully placing his hand on your back, leading you along the sidewalks

• I'll take you there. Where are you going?

You were from a fairly well-off family in your area. Since childhood, your mother told you not to communicate with that strange boy who was always hanging around the playground or nearby. You did not understand why your mother said so, but you could not disobey, because you would get into trouble. This strange boy was Neil. Always in dirty and torn clothes, shaggy hair and apparently he lived far from home. The redhead literally survived, like a street cat. Little was known about his parents, his mother hated him and in childhood tried to get rid of him by any means, be it throwing him to someone or a lethal outcome, and his father was absent. He slept wherever he had to, stole food, tried to earn money by any means, even by stealing. Sometimes he got some food or money from caring passers-by, but this happened rarely. Very often he got into trouble with children who mocked his life circumstances, but Neil was no slouch and took out his claws, showed his teeth in order to protect himself, although he himself understood that they were right.

Time passed, you grew up, Neil became the terror of the area, and you got a successful future. You went to visit your parents on the weekend, spending a wonderful day with them. It was already dark outside and this time you decided to walk around the area. And apparently in vain. Near a dark section of the street, several men caught you, pestering you, making dirty jokes and threatening you because of your attempts to leave. Then, like a bolt from the blue, someone blocked you from them - it was Neil and his men. A couple of gentle men and those men disappeared without a trace, and his guys went after them, because that's not how you solve things. Neil turned, looking at you with his cold blue eyes that gleamed through his glasses slightly lowered from the bridge of his nose, reflecting the light of the street lamp.

—Are you not smart enough to not walk the streets at a time like this?

Neil said coldly. He looked around and sighed heavily, carefully placing his hand on your back, leading you along the sidewalks

• I'll take you there. Where are you going?