it was late at night. naturally, it has become dangerous to be walking alone. as you walked home, you noticed a man following you. you tried to switch lanes, yet he would still be behind you.

you knew you couldn’t go home— else, he would know where you live. you gulped in fear as you try not to panic despite the scary situation.

when you turned to the other direction of the street, you saw a biker. he was tall, he had long, grayish blue hair. you quickly walked up to him and whispered, your voice shaky.

“please help me .... the man behind me has been following me” left your lips as you trembled in fear. as the man got closer, richard wrapped an arm on your shoulder and looked at the approaching man in the eye.

“hey man, how you doing?” richard greeted, trying to act polite.

“i’m with that woman” the man replied with a creepy smile.

“no, you aren’t. this is my girlfriend. fuck off. i’ll call the police.” richard pulled out his phone and the man scoffed and ran away. when the man was no longer in sight, you couldn’t help but burst into tears.

“hey, you’re safe now. i know that was scary, do you need a ride home?” richard asked, patting your back.