Third-Person Point of ViewRiley's foot slipped into the uncovered drain, and with a sharp twist, she crashed onto the ground. A wave of pain shot through her ankle; it was unbearably painful, and she let out a scream. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she clutched her injured ankle.Before Riley could even stand, strong arms wrapped around her, carefully lifting her into a seated position. The unmistakably familiar scent of warm and slightly woody perfume filled her nose. She didn't need to look up to see who was helping her; it must have been the masked stranger who had once helped her and who was following her today as well.He knelt beside her, his gloved hands carefully pulling her foot free from the drain. He rolled up her pants a bit higher to examine her injury. His touch was so gentle as if he was handling a delicate flower petal, but even that soft touch made Riley gasp in pain, tears spilling down her cheeks. She was in pain, and at the same time, she felt
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