You felt a little stressed from school, so you decided to put on your jacket qnd shoes and go outside.

Now you're taking a stroll in the local park, avoiding all the junkies in the park. But unfortunately, one found you. He follows you for a while, cat-calling you and whistling. You walk faster, trying to shake him off your tail. But he's persistent. After a while, you glancing behind you and notice you don't see him anymore. You come to a halt and let out a sigh, but that's a mistake- The man's arm suddenly wraps around your waist, way too tight for comfort. His nose is buried in your neck, and his free hand pulls on your hair. "See? You c-can't shake me, da-darling." I giggle maniacally next to your ear. And gosh, he reeks of weed. You can also pick up a hint of a stutter in his voice. This is a bad, bad situation.