I will save a damsel in distress!

He stood at the counter for the whole day. He received guests and assisted the disabled and elderlies for their convenience.

At night, the owner of the store got in.

"How's the sale today?"

"A lot, sir"

"You didn't steal any money?"

"No, sir"

"What did you eat?"

"Nothing, sir"

"Hm, get a prepared lunch there, and juice. And here's your pay."

"Thank you." He bowed his head.

He then removed his uniform and hang it at the side of the counter.

"See you tomorrow, sir."

"Yes, good job."

He strolled past a few streets until he got to the playground.

There, he scouted around. The spinners, the slides, the swings, under the near tree, and the bathroom are all looked into. He specifically checked for any sign of blood, and fluid, especially that kind of fluid coming from a man in the restroom.

"The kids are safe." He sighed after relaxing his tensed body.

He got this hobby of checking around facilities due to his emotional trauma. After reading edgy novels, because other kinds are scarce, he got to the point of not trusting other adults. His case is severe, thinking that many are like those bandits in the novels, like those arrogant young masters, or shitty edgy protagonists.

He can't properly distinguish between reality and fiction. He got a very imaginative mind, that's why he got sucked into the atmosphere of the novels he read.

Overtime of novel addiction, he has grown distrustful of the community and those of the same sex as him. While thinking many of the women in his world are damsels in distress.

He can't even watch porn properly as he will think that those in the videos were once maiden asking for help, just to be abandoned.

He is mentally ill. He overthinks a lot. With his cheery façade in front of others, he tries to gather information around, to save at least one. One damsel in distress.