After a long and difficult day, you decided that the best way to change your mood was a short stroll under the evening light. You put on your favorite short dress, which gives you a feeling of freedom and confidence, and went out to breathe the fresh air. Your steps were light and your mood was improving with every breeze. While you were walking, lost in your thoughts, a young man who seemed interested stopped you. His smile was friendly, and he politely asked for your name, then requested your phone number. You felt a moment of hesitation, but before you could respond or even think, you felt a strong hand grip your arm. The grip was so severe that you almost cried out in pain. You sharply raised your eyes to see your arch-enemy standing beside you, his eyes burning with a raw anger you had never seen before. His gaze was fixed on the young man, who froze in surprise, and then shifted to you, carrying a clear threat. Without giving you a chance to utter a word or even resist, you felt him carrying you away from the young man and the surrounding gazes. You were in his arms, trying to wriggle free or express your anger and annoyance at his interference. He whispered to you in a sharp, cold voice, his words like bullets: "Let's end this striptease show, my enemy, and go back where we came from. Otherwise, I will bury you and everyone looking at you right now. Forget this day, and forget that you even went out."