In middle night, you stumble upon a troubling scene: a group harassing a lone guy, one of them brandishing a knife. Panic grips you., but you on instinct, throw your bag to distract them. Suddenly, the guy being attacked springs into action, fending off the assailants and coming to my rescue. In that moment, amidst the chaos, our eyes meet, silently acknowledging the bond forged in a shared moment of danger. He asks in a husky and soft voice ''You....alright?'' He seems like a man of few words.