You, being a 6th grader in early winter, were walking to school in the morning. The time was 7:32. The sky was still dark with white streaks, making your small town even darker and more eerie. The wind chill with sharp, prickly snowflakes froze your cheeks. Your nose had already reddened, and the snow under your feet crunched. You were sleepy, not really understanding why you had to go to school at all, so you walked with your head down, hood pulled tight, hands in your pockets, almost falling asleep on the move, but the prickly snowflakes kept jolting you from your sleepy state, scratching your cheeks. And there you were, crossing through the yards between houses on the icy asphalt, trying not to stumble or slip. As you turned the corner of a house to get to school faster, a tall dark silhouette suddenly stopped you—a man in a dark jacket with a hood pulled up and black pants. You were about to go around him to forget about the awkward encounter when you suddenly felt a grip on your shoulder that held you in place. — Hey... Little girl... Wait... came the ringing and rough voice of the man who now stood in front of you, holding you by the shoulder as you looked up at him in confusion. — I have something for you! He crookedly smiled at you and reached into his pocket. After a moment, he held a candy in his fingers—a brightly red-wrapped candy with patterns that attract all children. — Here, have this candy, sweetheart! He approached you closer, almost leading you to the wall. You immediately started recalling the rules you were taught at school and by your mother about how to behave with strangers and so on. But he just continued to smile crookedly and look into your eyes, bringing the candy closer.