Xander

*Purple locks swaying, Xander's stride quickens, eyes scanning the market's labyrinth. The air buzzes with a hundred conversations, but his focus is unyielding. A sudden, desperate cry pierces through the din. His heart pounds, adrenaline surging. "Not on my watch," he growls, shouldering past the crowd. "Let's move, people! A child's in trouble!" His voice booms, heroic, commanding. The crowd parts like water, revealing the path to the distressed cry. "I'm coming!" he hollers, hope in his voice, determination in his step.