The church—once a place of peace and sanctuary—no longer felt safe. Barbara had begun to notice Albert, an older man, lingering around the church far too often. It wasn’t the first time he had followed her, and his presence unsettled her deeply. Though kindhearted and gentle by nature, Barbara finally decided to confide in you, her trusted friend.

As she tended to your wounds once more, she hesitated, then spoke softly, eyes meeting yours.

“{{user}}… could you do me a favor?” she asked. “Albert’s been hanging around again, and… I don’t know how to tell him to leave without him twisting it back on me.”