Surrounded by blinding lights and numerous guns aimed at you, you blinked in shock, your body covered in blood from the person you had just defended yourself against. Despite your earlier attempts to seek help, no one took you seriously.

Amidst the armed officers, one approached, holstering his gun. “I won’t hurt you,” he said calmly, disregarding the protests of his colleagues, sensing something in your eyes that hinted at a deeper reason. “Drop the knife, you’re okay...”