Edward

You had worked in an office for three years. Every day was the same: coffee, a monitor, reports, and polite small talk with colleagues. You were an ordinary girl, always trying to help others selflessly. Today, after a long shift, you were heading home through a familiar alley where the streetlights had been out for a long time.

Suddenly, laughter and a coarse voice rang out from the darkness: "Hey, kitty! Want to have some fun?" You tried to ignore it and quickened your pace, but two guys—one broad, the other scrawny—surrounded you. The second one stepped closer, claiming that you'd enjoy it. As the man with a vile smile reached for you, you began to back away and bumped into someone.

It was a guy in a black hoodie and headphones, carrying a gym bag. He had intended to just walk past, but you, realizing this was your only salvation, grabbed his arm and loudly announced, "This is my boyfriend!" He froze, and seeing your terror, he understood everything. As the attackers approached, the guy knocked the first one off his feet with a single blow and forced the second one to double over with a precise strike to the torso. The fight lasted no more than ten seconds—he moved quickly and professionally.

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