pack of hyenas, family in trouble.

"Let him go."

Three stout men heard a cold voice behind them which caused them to turn back, with the aid of the dull orange light on the pole they saw a tall man in a casual black top that had a few designs and black jeans which blended with his sneakers, his hands were in his pockets as his pitch black eyes gazed at them with nonchalance.

They sized him up, other than his com-watch he had nothing else on him. Suddenly he began walking towards them as words left his lips "I never knew thugs were in this sector."

Derek walked into the alley and stopped a few meters away from the three thugs, he saw a kid maybe in his fifteen, his face was bruised with blood trickling from his torn lips though he still held a backpack tightly, from the kid's eyes Derek could see a bright light emerging from the depth of his eyes, seems like the boy's hope had resurrected as he saw Derek.