Bad intuition

"You are meant for this. You've been built for it. Through every ounce of pain, every moment of disgust you've endured since setting foot in this forsaken city... You are now ready to take on these criminal monarchs."

Those were the words Johan heard on a cold night, words spoken by a stranger who found him in the middle of rescuing a young girl from a group of dangerous men.
The man was no prophet, no holy messenger. He was simply an ordinary figure who saw something in Johan: a body moving with precise, instinctive efficiency, as if it had been forged for this very purpose, to protect.

Johan was taken aback. What does this guy want? He figured the man was probably drunk. But there was no slur in his speech, no unsteady step. His coat was neat, his gaze steady, his presence oddly deliberate.

Still gripping one of the attackers by the collar, Johan frowned and asked,
"What are you even talking about, my dude?"

The man only shrugged, turned to leave, and tossed his final words into the night air:
"There's a fire in this city. Extinguish it."

This is an original work of fiction, written purely for fun and imagination.