The living room Alex was shrouded in a hushed stillness as he lay sprawled on the couch, his eyes closed in slumber. The world around him seemed distant, his mind immersed in the realm of dreams. Yet, even in his restful state, his senses remained attuned to his surroundings, a side effect of his Sanguine heritage.
A sudden clatter shattered the tranquillity, the noise echoing through the silence like a jolt of electricity. Alex's eyes snapped open, his heart pounding as his heightened senses kicked into overdrive. He sat up abruptly, his gaze fixated on the direction of the disturbance.
His thoughts raced, piecing together the origin of the sound. The realization hit him like a thunderclap – the source was his room, where Kira lay sleeping. Panic surged through him, a potent cocktail of worry and urgency compelling him into action.
Alex bolted to his feet, his movements swift and purposeful as he hurried towards his room. His mind raced with thoughts and mutters, a flurry of concerns and questions. The door swung open, revealing a scene of disarray that sent a chill down his spine.
The bed was in disarray, its sheets tangled and pillows scattered. A blade lay discarded on the floor, its presence an ominous sign of turmoil. Dread knotted in Alex's stomach as he scanned the room, his heart pounding in his chest.
His gaze landed on the open window, a cold breeze whispering through the room. A sinking feeling gripped him as he realized that Kira was nowhere to be found. His instincts roared to life, propelling him towards the window as he peered out.
His eyes widened as the scene outside unfolded before him. Two figures faced off in the dimly lit alleyway, a tense tableau of confrontation. Alex's heart raced as he recognized Kira's distinct form, standing in front of another person in black clothes.
A surge of determination coursed through him, overpowering his fear and uncertainty. Without a second thought, Alex snatched up the blade from the floor, his fingers closing around its hilt. He knew he had to act.
With a swift movement, he leapt through the open window, his body propelled by an adrenaline-fueled resolve. The cool night air rushed past him as he descended, his thoughts focused on the figure before him.
He landed on the ground and ran towards Kira.
As he arrived at the narrow alleyway, his attention narrowed solely on Kira and her adversary. The tension in the air was palpable, a silent clash of wills that hung heavy in the alley. Alex's grip tightened on the blade, his steps deliberate and measured.
He drew closer, his presence unnoticed amidst the intensity of the standoff. His thoughts were a whirlwind of concern and determination, his heart pounding in rhythm with the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Who was the intruder and why was he/she after Kira? There were so many questions he wanted to ask but first he had to help Kira.