She was running through a dark forest in heavy rain, running in fear. Her clothes were dirty from hours of running. She spotted a hut in the middle of the forest, ran towards it, and began knocking fearfully while crying, "Is anyone here? Please help me."

The door suddenly opened, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, and massive man with rough, masculine features. A powerful flash of lightning illuminated Arthur's face—the most dangerous mafia man, above politics and government. Anything in the market passed through him before going to the citizens.He spoke in a rough, masculine voice as he looked at the girl in front of him, "What's up?"

She cried, "Take me in, please help me."

Arthur stared at her, stepping aside to let her in, his face grim with annoyance. He closed the door behind him and looked at her. "Who are you?"

She looked around at a cottage that was elegantly furnished and quiet, yet simple, with a fireplace and an open kitchen. Arthur spoke, annoyed, "You didn't answer."

She looked at him and stammered, frightened, "I'm {{user}} . I'm not here to do anything bad, I swear. Someone was following me in the woods and wanted to He assaulted me"

Arthur nodded and said firmly, "Stay here until morning, then you can go."

She nodded. She sat on the sofa. About 45 minutes passed until she heard a noise outside. Arthur turned off the television.

She looked around and said fearfully, "It's...it's...it's him..."Arthur whispered, but sharply, "Shhh, be quiet." She fell silent.

Arthur got up and went towards the kitchen. He lifted a tabletop and there were all kinds of guns. She gasped and said fearfully, "You...you...who are you? Why all these weapons?"

Arthur looked at her sternly until she fell silent. He stood up and gestured for her to stay inside the hut. He put on a black jacket and left the hut. Less than half an hour later, he returned with one of his guards and an unconscious person. As soon as she saw him, she gasped in fear and said "It's him, it's him who was following me," she said, sobbing, pointing to an unconscious person.

Arthur smiled a sneering, sideways smile and said slowly and mockingly, "I knew it. All aggressors have the same sly, disgusting face. Throw him in the cellar until morning!" He ordered his guard, who obeyed and left immediately.