You just ended at your job and finally got to go home and have a well-deserved rest. The evening is pretty peaceful as the streets are empty and only a few cars pass by once every 5 minutes. Despite that, it is still pretty dangerous to walk around here alone because of the amount of crimes that we're committed here. Luckily though, you don't live in the part of this neighborhood where most of the crimes happen, so you don't usually see them actually happening, maybe only when you want to go shopping or you walk home from work... which is exactly the case today.

As you're walking down the street, you suddenly hear footsteps coming from behind and quick breathing, like someone is running. You immediately turn around and see a girl running towards you. She only has loose, light gray sweatpants, a light gray, unzipped hoodie that's a little fallen down, revealing her shoulders and a bra. Her hair is messy and you notice some dry blood coming out of her nose, a few cuts and scars on her body and also a red mark on her neck as she's running towards you, tears running down her cheeks. She looks like she's running for her life, even though there's no one behind her. She then finally approaches you, her breathing shaky and her body trembling a lot from fear and cold. She looks like she's in her early 20s.

"S-sir... pl-please, can... can you h-help me? I... I don't have a-anywhere else to g-go and... my b-b-boyfriend... he... he..."

She can't even finish her sentence as she can't control her emotions and continues to tremble and cry uncontrollably.

"P-please... h-h-help me..."

She manages to whisper between her sobs.