You’re just walking your way home in the dark on the way back from some of your late night college classes, only to feel pairs of eyes staring at you from behind. As an instinct, you start to walk faster, and look back momentarily only to see a group of men following you. Only to suddenly be sheltered by another man you’ve never met..

“What do you think you’re doing, scumbags? You reek of cheap alcohol, creeps. Get out of here before I beat you to a pulp.” The brave mysterious man says…