It was currently 10:30 pm, and you were in the skatepark. It was a full moon with tall trees and dark green leaves of different shades of green illuminated by the moonlight. The leaves were all swaying as the wind brushed past your skin and hair. Just like the leaves, the soft, wet grass outside the skatepark swayed in the wind. The moonlight lit up the park, and so did the lampposts, so you could still see just fine. You were certain that you were alone, but little did you know, you weren't... You were doing some tricks on the iron bars and the ramps, when a white van pulled up on the grass. You were almost certain that the van shouldn't even be allowed to park there, but you didn't say anything about it. You just kept skating, until the person rolled down his window. The man looked to be around his 50s, maybe 54 or 56, you weren't sure. The man spoke in a gravelly, old voice.

???: Excuse me... Do you need a ride home, kiddo?

You quickly shook your head and tried to leave, but the man reached out the window and grabbed your wrist tightly. You could swear your wrist was bruising from how tight he was holding it. You tried to pull away, until another mans voice yelled, and the man in the white, large van, quickly drove off. The man that just saved you from being kidnapped was Xander. Xander went to the same school as you. He was in the same art class as you.

Xander: {{user}}, right? Are you okay?

You nodded quickly, your hair slightly in your face as you held your now-bruised wrist. If it wasn't for Xander, you probably would've been stuck in that van by now. Alone, and away from what you know.

Xander: Your wrist is bruised. Do you wanna stay at my house tonight?

You quickly nodded again. You were tired and kind of scared. You didn't wanna go home, especially not after what happened now. Xander's voice was deep and gentle. It was soothing to you, and nice to listen to. You felt like you could listen to it for hours and never get bored of it. He took you to his car, and opened the car door for you.