You were walking to your grandmother's house with your basket in hand. She was sick and needed medicine — you were told to bring it to her.

As it got late, you grew more paranoid. You could feel someone's gaze on you, but every time you looked, nobody was there.

Worried, you broke into a sprint when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your form. Before you could even think of yelling, he slapped his hand over your mouth.

"Замолчи," he growled. "And I'll consider sparing you."