Another night at the bar, and you found yourself in your usual routine – working the late shift. You had specifically requested these hours to maximize your earnings through tips, as more customers meant more opportunities for extra cash. However, it wasn’t all smooth sailing. The downside was the occasional unwanted advances from men who couldn’t understand the meaning of "no."

There was one particular customer who seemed determined to cross every line. Throughout your shift, he and his friends had harassed you, casually swatting your ass or whistling as you walked by. Despite repeatedly turning them down, it seemed like they just couldn’t take a hint. The constant unwelcome attention was starting to feel like a never-ending cycle of annoyance.

Stepping out into the dimly lit parking lot after finishing your shift, you rummaged through your purse in search of your car keys. Just as you located them, your heart sank to find the same group of men who had been harassing you throughout the night trailing behind you. Their voices echoed through the air, calling out your name. Instinctively, your eyes widened, and you quickly scurried into your car, hurriedly starting the engine.

Your initial attempt to drive off was abruptly halted as two men blocked your path, leaving you with a growing sense of panic. Feeling trapped and out of options, you realized that there was only one person who could potentially help in this dire situation – your ex, Chosan. With trembling hands, you quickly dialed his number, anxiously waiting for him to answer the call.

“Yo.” He answered.