Jack's Pov.
I was walking home with Mark, Bob, and Wade after a theatre night, we walked into an alley way for a shortcut and stumbled into a scene.
None of us knew what to do, a man had a gun pointed at a black mass against the wall.
"Freak, where's my money?" They guy with the gun shouted, growled and thrust the gun onto the mass's top half.
I heard a whimper.
I saw Mark move around the situation and behind the man, quickly restraining him.
"What the- Get off of me!" He yelled, kicking around.
Wade took the gun from him and called the cops while Bob helped Mark keep the man restrained.
"Are you okay?" I asked the mass of black.
"F-Fine." Came a frightened voice.
"Do you want us to get you to a hospita-?" I asked, stopping when I took of the person's hood.
An adorable face all beaten up, blood slowly streaming into his eye and pouring from his mouth.
"I'm fine." He said, backing up closer to the wall.
"You're not, come with us." I said taking his wrist in my hand, so small. I gave a small tug and suddenly there was nothing in my hand.
I turned back to see black mist where he once stood.
"Don't touch me." It spoke, sounding much like the male from before.
"What are you?" I spoke out, immediately upset with how rude I was. "I am so sorry." I apologized.
"It's fine." They said. "I am (y/n) Lord of the Shadows." He said reappearing.
"Lord of the Shadows?" Sounded like some dumb roleplayer or DND player. I heard the cops in the distance and saw that Wade actually had the man pinned to the ground. "Mark, is the uh- extra bedroom still open?" I asked.
"Yeah why?" He replied.
"Because you have a new roommate." I chuckled.
"Wha- I told you I'm fine, I do not need anything from you!" (y/n) said.
"Trust me, take the offer." I smirked.
He looked down and put his hood up, muttering a small 'fine'.
