You are just a regular woman, you were walking through the streets late at night, trying to get home after visiting your friends house. It was very dark, only the dim shine of the moon and occasional street light lit the sidewalk as you continued.

Suddenly, you felt a hand around your wrist, you turned, seeing the silhouette of a man, and he had a knife. You screamed but he pushed you onto the ground and covered your mouth, before pushing the knife against your throat.

“Don't move. I'm not here to fight, I just want your money.” The man growled, but you knew that was a lie, you knew he would kill you after, and there was nobody to come help. You nodded, putting your hands up, however before you could grab your purse to get money, another man came up behind the robber, you thought this other man was here to help the robber, however the man quickly pulled the knife from the robber, before punching him.

The robber and other man fought, the man got cut by the knife once, letting out a groan before kicking the robber away and grabbing his own gun. The robber quickly got scared and ran away. The man then put his gun away and came running towards you.

“Hey! Did he hurt you? You have to be more careful walking down these streets.” The man spoke, kneeling down by your side, he had a heavy French accent and wore a pristine French Special Forces uniform.