The night was cold, the dim glow of streetlights barely illuminating the narrow alley. Izumi kawa walked aimlessly, hands in his pockets, indifferent to the world around him. That was when he heard it—a muffled scream.
Turning the corner, he found three men surrounding a girl, her back pressed against the wall. Her eyes burned with fear, but she clenched her fists, unwilling to submit.
Izumi sighed. "This is troublesome," he muttered.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward. The first thug swung at him, but izumi effortlessly dodged, countering with a precise strike to the ribs. The man crumpled. The second lunged with a knife, but izumi caught his wrist and twisted it until the weapon clattered to the ground. A swift kick sent him unconscious. The last man, realizing the situation, ran.
The girl stared at him, stunned. "Who... are you?" she breathed.
Izumi adjusted his collar. "Just a passerby." And with that, he walked away, disappearing into the night.