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As August made his way home, he checked his watch and noticed it was around 9:30 pm. The streets were sparely lit and a quiet settled over the city as most people headed home for the night.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, patting his pockets with a growing realization—he\'d left his house keys back at Digital Haven.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath, briefly considering if he could just get them in the morning.

Sophia was definitely home so he wouldn\'t have to worry about getting into the apartment.

But with his early shift tomorrow, he decided it was better to go back and get them now rather than risk a chaotic morning.

Turning on his heel, he retraced his steps, heading back toward the cafe. When he arrived, he found the front door locked.

The "Closed" sign hung on display. He sighed, ready to head home without the keys, when he spotted a familiar figure at the edge of his vision.

It was Remi, walking down a narrow alleyway near the cafe. Her silhouette was outlined by the faint glow of a streetlamp, and August squinted, about to call out when he noticed two men flanking her—one on each side, moving in unison with her steps.

A feeling of unease crept into him. He watched as the men leaned in close to Remi. Their shadows shifted as they cornered her in the narrow path.

August\'s instinct kicked in. His eyes narrowed as he decided to follow, careful to stay out of sight as he approached. The closer he got, the clearer their voices became.

"Look, sweetheart," sneered one of the men with a menacing tone, "you know how it is. De Grande isn\'t happy about the way you left things."

Remi\'s voice trembled with irritation. "Tell De Grande to get over himself. I\'m done with him and his games."

The man to her left chuckled darkly, pressing something—likely a knife—to her side. "I\'d keep that pretty mouth shut if I were you. Just behave, and this\'ll go smoothly." His tone turned lewd as he added, "Besides, I\'m sure the boss won\'t mind if we… have a little fun first."

August clenched his fists, disgust welling up inside him as he listened. He couldn\'t stand by any longer. He stepped out from the shadows. "Hey! Why don\'t you leave her alone?"

The two men turned in surprise. Their expressions quickly twisted into sneers as they took in August\'s unassuming appearance.

"And who the hell are you?" one of them spat.

August took a step forward with a cold gaze. "Just someone who doesn\'t appreciate scumbags like you harassing women."

The thug closest to Remi smirked, gripping his knife tighter as he gestured at August. "Looks like we\'ve got ourselves a hero, huh? Too bad for you, hero. We don\'t take kindly to people sticking their noses where they don\'t belong."

Before August could respond, the man lunged at him with a snarl while his blade was pressed forward.

August sidestepped, grabbing the thug\'s wrist and twisting it sharply. The man yelped in pain, dropping his knife with a clatter.

Without missing a beat, August threw a punch, connecting his fist squarely with the thug\'s jaw and sending him sprawling to the ground.

Remi gasped with widened eyes as she backed away, but the second thug moved in fast, slipping his own knife from his pocket.

He swung at August, aiming to slash at his side, but August was quicker. He dodged repeatedly as he realized he needed a weapon—something to give him an edge.

In that moment, he remembered his extraction ability.

"Remi, stand back," he warned while calling on his inventory.

A screen invisible to all except himself appeared before him and he instantly reached out to touch one of the weapons.

With a thought, he activated the extraction.

[ Will You Like To Extract Basic Dagger ]

[ Yes ] × [ No ]

"Yes," August muttered.

Almost instantaneously, a faint glow materialized in his hand, solidifying into the Basic Dagger.

The man\'s eyes widened in confusion as they saw the blade appear seemingly out of thin air.

The second thug sneered, assuming the dagger was just another street blade. He lunged forward, swinging his knife in a broad arc, but August met his attack head-on, raising his Basic Dagger.

The two blades collided, and to the thug\'s shock, August\'s dagger cleaved cleanly through his own, slicing it in half with a smooth, almost effortless motion.

The thug staggered back in utter disbelief. "What… what the hell kind of knife is that?!"

August smirked, gripping the dagger tightly. "A special one."

Without giving the thug a chance to recover, August swung his fist, catching him across the face with a powerful right hook that sent him stumbling back into the alley wall.

The thug crumpled to the ground, clutching his face as a dark bruise began to form.

Remi rushed over with a look of both concern and astonishment. "August, are you okay? That was… insane!"

He nodded while giving her a reassuring smile. "I\'m fine. Just wanted to make sure you\'re safe."

The thugs lay groaning on the ground. One of them nursed a busted lip while the other stared at August\'s blade in fear.

August pocketed the dagger, deciding he\'d dealt enough damage for the night.

He took Remi by the arm, leading her away from the alley and putting distance between them and the fallen men.

As they reached the end of the street, Remi\'s hand clung to his arm. "Thank you, August. I don\'t know what would have happened if you hadn\'t been there."

August offered a slight smile. "No one deserves to be treated like that. Especially not by some scumbags sent by an even bigger scumbag."

They walked toward the nearest police station so she could file a report, and on the way, Remi filled him in on the details about her ex. "De Grande was charming at first but turns out he\'s just a jealous, possessive bastard. When I found out he\'d been cheating, I ended it, and he didn\'t take it well."

August shook his head, casting a sidelong glance at her. "You sure know how to pick \'em, don\'t you?"

Remi laughed, nudging him playfully. "Well, maybe you can help change that. Ever considered being a knight in shining armor full-time?"

August raised an eyebrow, smirking as he replied, "Business before pleasure, Remi. I\'ve got some debts to handle first."

Remi chuckled, nodding. "Fair enough, Mr. Responsible. Guess I\'ll have to wait until you\'re debt-free." She winked at him, and they both shared a laugh.

Once they reached the station, Remi filed her report, recounting the harassment and the confrontation with August by her side.

After finishing up, they left together, and August retrieved his keys from Digital Haven. As they walked toward the bus stop, Remi kept glancing at him with a playful smile.

Who knew the pretty boy wasn\'t just a pretty face?

When they reached her bus stop, she paused, looking at him with a mixture of gratitude and warmth. "Thanks again, August. You really saved me back there. I owe you one."

August shrugged with a smirk. "All in a day\'s work."

Before he could say goodbye, Remi leaned in, pressing a soft peck to his cheek. "Consider that a down payment on the favor I owe you," she whispered before giving him a playful wink.

He chuckled while watching as she boarded the bus. He waved as it pulled away.

In an unknown location, a room was cloaked in shadows, except for the moonlight filtering in through the tall, narrow windows.

From this tower\'s vantage point, the city below sprawled out like a sea of lights, distant and flickering in the midnight haze.

The walls of the room were lined with rows of glass cases, each containing an artifact of a peculiar, otherworldly nature.

Weapons, trinkets, shimmering stones, and relics rested on display, sealed behind tempered glass. Some items glowed faintly, casting eerie reflections that danced across the room\'s dark walls.

Near the farthest window stood a tall figure in a dark robe. His gaze was fixed intently on the cityscape.

His face was hidden. Only his sharp jaw and the faint outline of a scar happened to be visible beneath the hood that shadowed his features.

This was The Collector, a man whose infamy was as potent as the leader of a faction of the Onis, a group of superpowered players who robbed other players.

Behind him, the faint buzz of a concealed security system vibrated.

Suddenly, the door to the chamber creaked open, and a group of figures entered.

Leading them was a woman wearing a fox mask. Her silhouette was slender and agile.

Behind her were three others, dressed in traditional, kimono-like robes, but unlike her, their faces were bare.

"Another successful heist!" one of them announced with pride as he stepped forward.

In his arms was a small case, which he gently placed on a pedestal in the center of the room.