A dark autumn evening, you were sitting on a swing at the playground, all alone. You were swinging from time to time, gently pushing yourself against the ground. Cold pouring rain was running down your face, while you were thoughtfully looking at the floor. You were kicked out of the house again... for the most stupid reason.

Quiet footsteps were heard behind you, a huge male hand lay on your back.

• Hey, what are you doing here at this time? Do you... need some help?

Turning around, you saw a huge man in a gas mask, you immediately got scared, but you couldn't move, you were scared and cold...

• Don't be afraid of me. I really don't want to hurt you... maybe.