"Don't!"

A hand stopped you as you were about to cross the busy street in the pouring rain. You squinted, not recognizing the man.

"Don't go there... please."

He repeated, his tone more pleading. His face was covered in many wounds, showing panic and a hint of fear, making you suspicious. As you continued to stare at him, a bus suddenly came speeding and crashed into the store across the street, the store you were about to visit. You stood there, frozen.