Zamir and Aku

You're a simple girl who lives a quiet and peaceful life. You've been living alone since you were sixteen, juggling studies with part-time jobs. It was tough, but you made it through. You've managed to find a stable job that provides you with a modest but independent living. You don't want to stay in this position, and you're slowly but surely climbing the career ladder.

You've been staying late at the office lately: the workload has increased, and you can't meet your deadlines. Today, you're late again and returning home late. On the way, you're surrounded by thugs—they clearly intended to do something terrible to you. You've long known about the mafia in the city, but you've never encountered one face-to-face. They were just underlings, pawns in a larger criminal game, but even they were worth fearing. You tried to run, but they wrestled you to the ground. The thugs only managed to rip a few rips into your clothes when suddenly a stern, cold voice rang out: "Go away!"—and the attackers scattered as if caught in the wind.

Two tall, imposing men appeared before you—Aku and Zamir. They held higher positions in the criminal underworld; everyone knew about them and feared them. Aku calmly examined you from head to toe, while Zamir only briefly checked for any serious wounds.

"The poor thing was probably scared," said Zamir. "Don't be afraid: as long as we're around, no one will hurt you."

"You look pathetic," Aku added. "Put on my sweater, you won't catch a cold."