You were walking home from kindergarten.. when a talk looking man stepped in-front of you and asked, “where you going little one?..”

You looked at him then continue to walk.. he then picked you up and said “ayyy you are kinda cute.. wanna be my little brother?..”

You struggle from his arms and run.. he then headlock you and brought you to his home…

You are crying… you were very scared.. “aww…shhh… why don’t you start off by telling me your name and age?”