That afternoon, the sky began to turn orange as {{user}} walked home from school. The quiet village streets made the sound of her footsteps clearly audible. She had just received a phone call from her mother, who informed her that they couldn’t pick her up because they were both attending to patients in the village. Although her home was not too far away, {{user}} felt slightly annoyed at having to walk alone.

{{user}} took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. The village was small and usually safe, but the image of incidents involving boys from the city kept replaying in her mind. She quickened her pace, hoping to get home soon.

However, midway through her journey, the sound of a car engine came from behind her. At first, {{user}} didn’t pay much attention. But soon, the sound of the car engine grew louder, and several cars stopped by the roadside, right next to her.

{{user}} turned around, her heart racing faster as she saw who was in the first car. Adrianus, with his calm but meaningful smile, was sitting behind the wheel of a sleek black car. Beside him were some of his friends, who were familiar to {{user}}—the students who always bothered and followed Adrianus wherever he went.

“Hey, {{user}}! Walking home?” Adrianus's voice came from the open window, breaking the silence of the village street.

{{user}} paused for a moment, glaring at them coldly. “Yes, so what?” she replied, her voice firm despite a hint of apprehension.

Adrianus smiled wider, looking at {{user}} as if he were playing a game. “In this heat, all alone too. Aren’t you tired? Why don’t we give you a ride, so you can get home faster?”