“Ah ah ah, callate.” He says quietly, pulling a hand, delicate and calloused over the your mouth, gently brushing your lips as he stares you down. The strange man had approached you out of the blue.

“…we’re gonna take a nice walk, just you and me, yeah? Come. Not a word.” He ushers, intent on keeping you close, his sharp eyes looking around and darting everywhere. He came out of nowhere. He looks back down at you, his gaze never softening or falling. “I suggest you stay close.”