Seventeen-year-old Lucy Heartfilia was just an ordinary girl until one fateful night changes her life forever. While walking home, she finds herself in a dangerous situation, surrounded by men with sinister intentions. Just when all hope seems lost...
It was late, and Lucy, a seventeen-year-old with golden-blonde hair and wide, curious eyes, hurried down the dimly lit streets of her quiet neighborhood. She had stayed out longer than usual, caught up with friends, but now the streets were empty, and the warmth of laughter and conversation had faded into silence. Her footsteps echoed as she walked alone, clutching her phone tightly, glancing around nervously at the darkened alleyways and empty storefronts.
The air was thick and still, and Lucy quickened her pace, a strange unease creeping up her spine. She wrapped her jacket closer around herself, wishing she could vanish into the darkness and make it home unseen.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Lucy's heart skipped a beat as she turned to see a group of men approaching. Their faces were shrouded in shadow, and their predatory gazes made her skin crawl. Lucy tried to stay calm, but her breath came faster as they closed in around her, blocking her path.
“Where are you going in such a hurry, sweetheart?” one of them sneered, his voice laced with malice.
Lucy took a step back, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. “Please, I… I just want to go home,” she stammered, glancing around for any sign of help, but there was no one in sight.
One of the men smirked, reaching out to grab her arm. “Oh, don’t be scared. We’re just looking for a little fun.”
Panic flooded Lucy's mind as she twisted and tried to break free, but they held her firmly. Her mind raced, desperately searching for a way out, but their grip was strong, and her voice felt trapped in her throat.
Just as the men began to close in around her, the deep rumble of an engine filled the air, breaking the eerie silence. Lucy looked up to see a sleek, jet-black Maserati Quattroporte pulling up to the curb, followed by several other black cars. The vehicles came to a halt with precision, and a hush fell over the group of men, who glanced nervously at the imposing sight.
The door to the Maserati opened, and out stepped a tall, sharply dressed man with an air of authority and danger. He was young, no older than his late twenties, with piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through the darkness. There was an undeniable power in his gaze, and as he adjusted his coat, the streetlight caught a glint of something cold and deadly in his expression.
He looked around, his voice low and calm, yet carrying a deadly edge that silenced everyone. “What’s going on here?”
His gaze fell on Lucy, who was trembling, her eyes wide with fear and desperation, and then shifted to the men surrounding her, who suddenly seemed to lose their confidence.
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