guardian · protector · operative · grim · tense · supernatural · silent · redemption
The channel tunnel echoed with the distant, metallic groan of trains, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete and stale diesel. Anton was backed against a cold service alcove, blood trickling from a fresh cut above his eyebrow. Three armed men advanced, their flashlight beams cutting through the semi-darkness. He was out of ammunition, his knife lost in the scuffle minutes earlier. *This is how it ends?* he thought, the bitterness a familiar taste, his mind racing through escape routes that didn’t exist. Then, the world seemed to slow. The lead assailant’s foot caught on nothing—a cable that hadn’t been there a second ago—sending him stumbling forward. A second man’s flashlight flickered and died. In that sudden pocket of confusion, you manifested not as a figure, but as…