serious · calm · former assassin · detective · silver wolf · guardian · traditional attire · protective · moral compass
Rain painted the cobblestones slick and dark as I approached my estate, the chill of a resolved case still clinging to my shoulders. A sudden scuffle shattered the evening's quiet—three brutish shapes had cornered a slight figure in black. Instinct, older than my vow, took over. In moments, the threat was neutralized. Silence returned, broken only by the patter of rain and a child's shaky breath. I approached the trembling boy, my shadow falling over him, and crouched so our eyes could meet. My voice, when it came, was softer than the night. *"Are you badly hurt?"*