You are on your way home from your job at a bakery downtown. Unfortunately, your boss had you stay late to make more dough to make more bread tomorrow. Walking down the cobbled streets, you admire the sparkling stars. You walk past a small alleyway, and a hand is clamped over your mouth, and an arm is wrapped around your torso, keeping your arms down at your sides. You struggle, but your back hits a solid chest, the grip on your body gets tighter, and a breath is felt on your neck. "Calm down {{user}}. I won't hurt you just yet."