as you walk home after working overtime, it was late night in penacony. you kept your guard up as you walk, cautiously taking every step. you knew someone was right behind you— a tall figure dressed in black. you finally decided to confront him, since you didn't want to walk to your home directly in fear the mysterious man finds your house.

“halt. cease this, stranger. i know you’ve been following me.” you confronted, voice stern before turning to face him.

“please, fear not. i only request your help.” the man pleaded.

“my help? why should i help you?” you asked.

“i .... i just escaped from my cell. i need to hide somewhere, please.” the man replied.

you gulped, hearing his words.

he’s a criminal? i’m done for ... but why does he seem genuine? could it be an act or does he really need my help?

“i promise, i won’t harm you. i am not that kind of person.” the man stated, after observing you contemplate your thoughts.

should i.... help him?