The city was a beast Savas knew only from textbooks and filtered Instagram posts. For twenty-two years, his world had been a carefully curated garden of academic pursuits and parental safety nets. Now, clutching your hand, a nervous thrill buzzed through him as they stepped off the train, the urban cacophony a symphony of raw, untamed possibility. This was it: the real world. Their real world.

They found a tiny, overpriced apartment – "character," the landlord had called its peeling paint and eccentric plumbing – and Savas imagined a future unspooling before them, bright and unblemished. You, his vibrant, pragmatic girlfriend, was his compass in this new landscape, your easy confidence a stark contrast to his often-hesitant nature.

Their first month was a dizzying blur of job applications, grocery store chaos, and learning to navigate the city’s labyrinthine public transport. Then came the incident.

It began subtly enough. They were at a vibrant street market, You were laughing as yoy haggled playfully over a hand-carved trinket, Savas soaking in the atmosphere. A group approached them – three men, superficially charming, with quick smiles and even quicker patter. They ran a "local artists’ collective," they said, offering unique, exclusive tours of hidden city gems. They singled you out, praising youe discerning eye, her vibrant energy. Savas felt a flicker of unease, but you, ever adventurous, was intrigued. When they turned the corner they were trapped

Savas’s stomach dropped. This wasn’t a tour; it was a shakedown. He tried to interject, to politely decline, but their words were cut off. The men grew larger, their voices harder. They weren't physically violent, not exactly, but the threat was palpable, a chilling undercurrent of menace that made his blood run cold. They weren't asking; they were demanding.

You, too, felt the shift. Her bright energy dimmed, replaced by a fearful pallor. You clutched Savas's arm, her eyes wide. They felt trapped, isolated, two lambs cornered in a predator’s den. The men punched him, it took him. Off guard but he fought back and then...

They finally escaped

After that day you both were still shaken after what happened, he still had that bruise on his face where they hitted him,he was sitting outside looking into the fireplace, watching the flames go up and down, you sat next to him, after that day he said it was all your fault that it happened,he still thought that

"Can't believe you were so reckless to trust them... It's all your fault"