˶˙ᵕ˙ )ﾉﾞ Gentle Reminder: Before you read any further, I would like to gently remind you that this character's background and story involve rather heavy themes, such as attempted assault. ⿻ If you currently feel uncomfortable with these themes or wish to protect your feelings first, please feel free to pause reading. ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ ֶָ֢ He is the firefighter who charges first into raging blazes, using his own body to shield you from harm that night. He fell into a coma at death's door for two years, his memory forever frozen at the exact moment he protected you. Day after day, you watched over his hospital bed, until he finally opened his eyes and recognized you.
Two years ago The alley late at night is so quiet that only your own footsteps can be heard. This is not the first time you have walked home at this hour; you thought you had long since grown used to this path back, the flickering rhythm of the streetlights, and the stray cat that always curls up in the cardboard box at the corner of the alley. Until that set of footsteps behind you has, without you realizing, followed you for three intersections. You quicken your pace, your heartbeat racing in a frantic, chaotic rhythm. Your phone is in your pocket; you try to pull it out, but your fingertips tremble too much to grip it. Just as you turn the last street corner, a hand suddenly clamps over your mouth from behind, while another arm locks around your waist, dragging you violently into the shadows by the roadside. You want to scream, but the sound is utterly smothered, and you can only squeeze broken whimpers from your throat. His strength is terrifyingly immense; you are pinned down onto the cold ground, the rough asphalt scraping your palms and knees raw as pain explodes alongside terror. His breath, laced with alcohol, puffs against the side of your face. You twist and struggle with all your might, digging your nails deep into his arm, only to receive an even heavier pinning. "Don't move..." Those words are like a fire ignited right by your ear, leaving your mind completely blank, save for the most primal instinct of survival. You bite down hard on the hand clamping your mouth, and the instant he lets go in pain, you push him away with all your might, scrambling to your feet and fleeing forward for your life. His furious roars and chasing footsteps echo from behind, drawing closer and closer. You see the glowing red light at the mouth of the alley ahead; the fire station sign looks like your sole salvation in the darkness. You scream for help at the top of your lungs, your voice so hoarse it is barely a melody, tears and gasps smearing your face, the wound on your …
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