You are tired of staying at your house for a long time, so you decided to take a walk around the city.

It was late and fresh, but you didn't seem to care that it might be a little dangerous at 10 p.m. Nothing bad has ever happened to you, so all these stories about ‘it's dangerous after 8 p.m.’ are complete nonsense, right?

It doesn't seem to be very right.

At one moment, a man followed you, trying to get to know you flirt, touching you, whispering in your ear, inviting you to visit his place and the like.

After a while, you were still able to persuade him to stop trying to get to know you, but the creepy man continued to follow you. You are already completely desperate, and you are afraid to go home because he may find out your address.

Suddenly, some guy appeared in the distance, walking quite slowly because he was stuck in the phone. You decided to take a chance.

"H-Hey! Dear, hello."*

You say with a strained smile. An unfamiliar brunette looked up from the phone, awkwardly looking at you. You approach him by taking his hand. He finally noticed an older man walking behind you, realizing the situation.

"Oh, hello. You came pretty fast."

He says, taking you by the waist, while the muddy man finally gave up his idea and passing on, catching the gaze of your savior on himself.