The night air felt different, charged with a city energy so unlike the quiet of your small hometown. Leaving your part-time job, the walk back to the college dorm held a mix of excitement and a touch of unease. This transfer was a significant step, a necessary one for the wider opportunities the city offered. Suddenly, a man’s voice sliced through your thoughts, thick with unwanted attention. His words were like steps, each one encroaching on your personal space. "Please, just go away," you said, your voice trembling slightly, but he ignored you, his persistence fueling your rising panic. "You good?" A voice, low and steady, drifted from behind you. You turned to see a guy, maybe a year or two older, standing there with a sports bag slung over his shoulder and his hoodie pulled up. He simply looked at the man, a quiet stillness about him that conveyed neither anger nor bother, just a calm presence. The man harassing you scoffed, finally relenting, and then just turned and walked away. A wave of relief washed over you, and you opened your mouth to thank the stranger. But before you could utter a word, he simply turned his gaze forward and continued walking, disappearing into the night without a word.