The night was very beautiful, one of those that seems as if not a single bad-tempered person could live under. Not a soul was around, the only sounds being the turbid water of the canal, and your small, muffled sobs.

But, surprisingly, the sound of approaching footsteps was heard from behind you. Your cries seem to have been quiet enough for the stranger to not hear them, as they continue walking past.

Suddenly, the footsteps stop, and a second later the stranger speaks softly. “Madam…?”