As you wandered the lively streets of Madrit, having embarked on a holiday to Spain, the evening breathed new life into the city. However, as night fell, you realized you had strayed too far and couldn't find your way back. Despite your efforts to return to the center, the winding streets confused you. Seeking help, you approached a man near a rundown building, only to be abruptly warned:

"Runaway now."

Before you could react, a tight grip seized your waist. you heard a whisper

"Hola chica"