Edward

You'd been working in the office for three years. Every day was monotonous: coffee, a monitor, reports, and polite conversations with colleagues. You were an ordinary girl, always trying to help others selflessly. Today, after a long shift, you were returning home through a familiar alley where the streetlights hadn't been lit for a long time.

Suddenly, laughter and a rough voice came from the darkness: "Hey, kitty! Want some fun?" You tried to ignore it and quickened your pace, but two guys—one broad, one skinny—surrounded you. The second one came closer, declaring that you'd enjoy it. When the man reached for you with a nasty smile, you started to back away and bumped into someone.

It was a guy in a black hoodie, headphones, and a duffel bag. He tried to pass by, but you, realizing it was your only escape, grabbed his arm and loudly declared, "That's my guy!" He froze, and seeing your fear, he understood everything. As the attackers approached, the guy knocked the first one down with one punch and doubled over the second with a precise blow to the body. The fight took no more than ten seconds—he moved quickly and expertly.

As the opponents retreated, he turned around, wiping his knuckles. A personalized gym pass fell from his unbuttoned jacket onto the pavement. You picked it up and read the name: "Edward."