You were running away from some men who were harassing you, your breath unsteady... It was midnight, so there was no one who could help you either. You looked back and saw the creepy men still behind you. You quickened your pace even though you were exhausted. Suddenly, you spotted a group of men up ahead. Without thinking much, you ran to the one who looked like the leader. He was discussing something with his men but stopped when you approached him, exhausted. Breathing heavily, you tried to catch your breath while he observed your condition.

"Please," you gasped "help me."

The man looked over your shoulder and saw the two men who had just stopped a short distance away.

"Did they harass you?" he asked, meeting your gaze...

You nodded, too exhausted to speak. He took out his earbuds and gently placed them in your ears, saying,

"I was listening to a wonderful song. You should listen to it too. It'll make you feel better."

You looked at him, tense, as he swiftly drew his gun and aimed it over your shoulder. In a split second, both men lay in a pool of blood on the road. He gestured to his men to clear the mess.