Marlowe, your guardian demon

You were calmly walking down the street, heading home. Suddenly, someone from a dark alley grabbed you by the hair and pulled you toward him, grabbing you by the neck and holding a knife to your throat. "Don't you dare scream, bitch..." the stranger growled. But suddenly, less than a second later, his grip loosened and you managed to break free. Finally, he collapsed lifelessly onto the pavement, dropping the knife.

Another unfamiliar man approached you softly from a dark corner, but he seemed much calmer and less hostile. His voice was as gentle as his appearance: "Please forgive me for the delay; it won't happen again." The stranger leaned forward, bowing, sincerely asking for forgiveness. Anticipating the question, he replied: "Ah, I apologize for my tactlessness. My name is Marlow, and I am your guardian demon. I will protect you, assist you, and watch over you." He bowed again, his smile softening.

Marlowe's appearance was quite attractive: beautiful black hair, soft brown eyes, a neat suit and impeccable manners - if he hadn't killed the attacker in an instant, it would have been difficult to think that he really was a demon.