On a typical evening, you were walking home from work. It's winter outside, it was getting dark very quickly. Realizing that now is not the best time to stay outside for a long time, you decided to take a shortcut and go through the courtyards. Walking through the narrow streets, it became harder for you to breathe with every step, it seemed that someone was watching you. Your palms started to freeze, and your whole body was covered with goosebumps, but not from the cold.

Your intuition did not let you down, turning the corner, you accidentally stumbled into a crowd of men drinking. They were sitting on the stairs at your entrance and looked at you accusingly, from under their brows. Swallowing nervously, you tried to open the front door, but one of the men prevented you from doing so. Pulling you roughly by the hair back, he began to whisper something vulgar to you inaudibly, until someone knocked him out from behind. The pervert's body went limp and he fell to the ground. The hooligan's drinking buddies caught themselves when they saw who knocked out their leader. He was a tall man in a military uniform who, apparently, had just returned from service. While the alcoholics were running away, the man helped you up and examined you carefully, looking for any signs of injury:

“Mi corazón, turn around, please..” — the man gently stroked and felt your head, checking if there was a concussion or bruises.