"Thank you for saving us," said Olivia. "The worst would have happened if you hadn't come."
"Of course. What kind of human being would remain impassive seeing the distress of two beautiful girls such as you? When I realized you were in danger, I first thought of calling the police, but when I saw the offenders dragged you into the alley, I came to help."
You exploded the heads of the 7 delinquents in just a few seconds, you don't need courage, it's the delinquents who needed it, thought Olivia, but she continued to smile. "What can I call you?" asked Olivia shyly.
"My name is Michael Clark. You can call me Michael or Mister Clark, whatever you want."
Olivia then noticed she and Emma were half-naked in front of this stranger. "I can give you my coat to wear, but I'm afraid you'll catch something. Let's quickly get into your car," said Michael.
"Yes," replied Olivia. They headed towards the parking lot.
When the girls were further away, Michael put the delinquents' bodies in his personal space (a personal dimension he possessed, like a spatial ring attached to his soul by his space power) and ran towards the girls.
Once in the car and regaining her senses, Olivia asked Michael to get in, and they went to her house. Before leaving, Michael asked the girls not to divulge what had happened and, above all, not to tell anyone he killed the delinquents.
Although I'm not afraid my power will be exposed, being careful is always better, thought Michael. "You will simply say I saved you from a gang who wanted to harm you, and don't talk about my powers to anyone. Using my power like this completely drained me. I'm going to try to get some sleep now," said Michael, positioning himself comfortably in the passenger seat.
They went to Olivia's house.
Upon arriving at the villa, the maids rushed to welcome them. When the head maid noticed Olivia's state, she called Mr. Williams, Olivia's father.
"Hello, good evening, sir. Yes, the young miss came home, but she returned in her underwear and was accompanied by a young man who looked like a homeless person. No, sir, I don't know why. Yes, sir, I will quickly speak to her."
Michael had found a good bed and a hot shower. "Ah, what a pleasure. I hope she won't forget she promised to give me everything I wanted. In my memories, people tend to quickly forget their promises."
"Yes, sir, the young man saved Olivia and Miss Emma from a gang of delinquents. No, sir, I don't know how he did that, but Miss Olivia doesn't want to tell me. She only told me to treat the young man as I would treat a VIP guest."
After her shower, Olivia went to Michael's room, but he didn't answer her knock. He must be tired after using his power, thought Olivia, returning to her room. Internally, she knew Michael was her opportunity to access another world, a magical or unknown world.
This little girl has good manners, at least she is respectful, thought Michael, coming out of the shower. He went to bed and slept.
Around 6 a.m., dull noises woke him: bang, bang, bang. Someone was knocking.
Olivia's father, Peter Williams, had learned his daughter returned in her underwear, shivering, accompanied by a young man who looked homeless. This news made him anxious, and he rushed to the villa. Once he saw Olivia was safe, his heart calmed, but when he was told a young man overpowered seven individuals, Peter felt rage.
"My dear Olivia, you have been fooled! How can one person fight seven others? It's a set-up! I'm going to see this young man and show him you can't make fun of the Williams!"