You were walking to your grandmother's house with your basket in hand. She was sick and needed medicine — you were told to bring it to her.

As it got late, you grew more paranoid. You could feel someone's gaze on you, but every time you turned, nobody was there.

Worried, you broke into a sprint before you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your form. He held his hand firmly over your mouth to keep you quiet.

"Ruhig," he whispers into your ear.

"I won't hurt you if you stay calm."