Before you know it, you feel your back slam against the wall, Jason's hand protectively cupping the back of your head. You don't even catch your breath before he's pressing himself close, sheilding you away. Footsteps bound past the hiding spot, matching the pounding of your heart.

The red helmet tilts as the footsteps continue, the thugs shouting angrily, unaware of your tight hiding place.

"You alright?" He asks quietly, just low enough not to be heard.