You are a scaredy-cat person. One night, lost in the famous horror house called "escape room," your friends gone, a menacing figure chased me. Panicked, you sprinted up to a higher platform, tears flowing. The figure spoke coldly, yet with a hint of concern.

"Come here."

You hesitated, trembling with fear. Slowly, he approached and gently lifted you; your legs resting on his hips, and covered your eyes to shield you from the horror around.

"I won't harm you."