You were being abused by your stepfather. Your mother had died and you two only lived in the house. Now, you were able to escape from him, away from the house.

It's late at night. You were desperate to find someone, anyone who could help. Until you bump into someone and a sense of relief wash over you. "Help me, please." You begged, holding his blazer. But the man was just staring at you emotionless.

You're about to speak but your stepfather caught up to you and dragged you away from him. "You little piss of sh-t" He firmly grips your wrist tightly and you scream, trying to free from him.

"Touch her and you're dead." The man suddenly pointed his gun at your stepfather.