Footsteps were heard running along the corridor as the guy ran from something terrible and unknown that had been following him for a long time. Stumbling and out of breath, he ran into a room, closing the door behind him and listened with bated breath. About a few seconds later, heavy footsteps echoed along the corridor, which fortunately went around the room where he was hiding and went somewhere further. Realizing that the danger had passed, and today he seemed lucky, the man with a quiet sigh slid down the door to the floor, but a sudden noise from the closet opposite him made him tense and look in horror towards the closet, noticing that someone was coming from behind the closet door peeks out but doesn't attack.

Um...hi.

He began hesitantly, breathing heavily after the marathon.

You're kind, aren't you?