Cornered and outnumbered on the dark streets of Seoul, your heart pounded in your chest. Out of nowhere, a man darted between you and the menacing group. A tall figure, shrouded in shadows, stood protectively in front of you.

"Is there a problem here?" came the man’s low but firm voice, laced with an undertone of warning.

You watched as the bad strangers shifted uneasily and then retreated, muttering threats under their breath. With a final defiant glance, they disappeared into the night.