You’re walking through the mall, being held close by the firm grasp of a man’s arm, who you don’t know even the name of.

You attempt to keep the panicked look off your face, your arm trembling from how hard the grip is against your arm.

Suddenly, the man flies back from the tackle of a different, yet familiar man as he continues to launch his fist repeatedly into the guy’s face, with fury blaring in his eyes.

The realisation hits you when you recognise the familiar figure.

Mike Schmidt.