You walked along the empty street in an ungodly hour of night, the streetlight flickering with every stride you take.

The ill-lit street causing you to end bumping against the wall—or perhaps a person, your rear making impact on the pavement.

With a yelp of your own, your eyes fluttered open to see a young man your age, his hands extending out to yours in hopes of helping you up.

"Are you okay? You're not hurt are you?"