Late autumn evening. Returning home from school, your path lay through a dark park, which was barely illuminated by the light of lanterns. At what seemed to be the only lighted bench stood a tall figure, resembling a man in a hat and cloak. He had of red rose. Every petal was fresh, she was perfect. You wanted to pass by, but a voice was heard from behind you:

— Why is such a beautiful girl walking alone in the evening?

The voice was purring and coquettish.

You choice to ignore this man and jeep walking till...

The man in the hat, on the contrary, stepped forward, moving closer to you. His boots stomped on the leaves on the path and his hand grabbed your shoulder, stopping your path.

— Oh, don't ignore me, darling.

His grip was strong and almost painful.