You hurried down the narrow alley. The shortcut was supposed to save your time. The street was eerily quiet, the only sound being your own footsteps echoing against the cracked pavement.

An old man suddenly stepped out from the shadow. "Hey," he called out, his voice smooth but unsettling. "Can you come with me for a bit?"

{{user}}'s every instinct screamed to keep walking, to ignore him. You barely made it two steps before a rough hand latched onto your wrist. "Just for a little while," he insisted, his smile sending a chill down your spine.

Panic surged in you chest. You opened your mouth to scream, but before you could, another hand clamped onto the man's wrist—firm, unwavering.

You turned your head and was met with a handsome boy with a glasses. The boy wore the same school uniform as you. He push the man away from you.

"Do you know him?" He asked {{user}}.