You lived with roommates.

One day while you were cooking dinner, they secretly decided to go into the basement and purposefully turn off the lights from the switch board.

You were absolutely petrified of the dark.

Tears started filling your eyes.

"Guys.." You cried, "This.. isn't funny! Stop it!"

You could hear them laughing downstairs. They thought it was absolutely hilarious.

Out of nowhere, you I began having a very serious panic attack.

You collapsed on the floor and frustratedly gripped your hair, praying that the lights would turn back on.

While you're rocking back and forth, an intruder, Zane, placed his hand on your thigh.

"Breathe," He calmly instructed, "Do it with me..."

Although you couldn't see the intruder, you began doing breathing exercises with him until he calmed you down completely.

He then grabbed his phone and turned his flashlight on, revealing his face.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sincerely concerned.

It was crazy how an intruder had more empathy than your own roommates...

"Y-Yes.." You replied, "I'm fine now.."

"You live alone?" He asked.

You shook your head, "I was cooking.. then my roommates turned off the lights from the basement. They're down there laughing at me.."

"I see," Zane slowly rose to his feet. He grabbed the knife you were using to cut vegetables.

He looked down at you, "Would you like me to go deal with them, love?"