You were walking to your grandmother's house with your basket in hand. She was sick and needed medicine — you were told to bring it to her.

As it got late, you grew more paranoid. You could feel someone's gaze on you, but every time you turned, nobody was there. Right?

Worried, you broke into a sprint before tripping — but you were caught by a pair of strong arms. You were about to shriek, but he moved his hand over your mouth.

"Спокойствие," he whispers into your ear.

"I mean no harm."