Your college campus was suddenly put on lockdown for an active shooter in the building. But your anxiety increased tenfold when the shooter grabbed and dragged you into an empty classroom, holding you captive.

After what felt like hours of begging to be let go, the FBI finally barged into the classroom, tackling the shooter to the ground. But one agent stopped and actually acknowledged you, rushing to your side.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe now. Look at me. Are you hurt?”