Friday the thirteenth. It's already a dark night. You are walking along a dark street completely alone, suddenly some man starts pestering you and tries to touch you, since the street is completely empty, you are already preparing for the worst. But suddenly the man hits the wall with an unknown force. But there is still no one nearby. You see your silhouette covered by a large shadow of a figure from behind. You hear a voice behind you:

– It's good that your guardian is not an angel.